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 Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, Assemble all the poor men of your sort; Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears Into the channel, till the lowest stream Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.

See, whether their basest metal be not moved; They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. Go you down that way towards the Capitol; This way will I: disrobe the images, If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.

Mar. May we do so? You know it is the feast of Lupercal.

Flav. It is no matter; let no images Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about, And drive away the vulgar from the streets: So do you too, where you perceive them thick. These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing Will make him fly an ordinary pitch, Who else would soar above the view of men And keep us all in servile fearfulness.

II.A public place.

Flourish. Enter ;, for the course; , , , , , , and ; a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer.

Cæs. Calpurnia!

Casca.Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks.

Cæs.Calpurnia!

Cal. Here, my lord.

Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course. Antonius!

Ant. Cæsar, my lord?