Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude. 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. May we do so? You know it is the feast of Lupercal. It is no matter; let no images Be hung with Caesar'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 Caesar'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. Calpurnia! Peace, ho! Caesar speaks. Calpurnia! Here, my lord. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course. Antonius! Caesar, my lord? Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say, The barren, touched in this holy chase, Shake off their sterile curse. I shall remember: When Caesar says 'do this,' it is perform'd. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. Caesar! Ha! who calls? Bid every noise be still: peace yet again! Who is it in the press that calls on me? I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, Cry 'Caesar!' Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear. Beware the ides of March. What man is that? A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March. Set him before me; let me see his face. Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar. What say'st thou to me now? speak once again. Beware the ides of March. He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass. Will you go see the order of the course? Not I. I pray you, do. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; I'll leave you. Brutus, I do observe you now of late: I have not from your eyes that gentleness And show of love as I was wont to have: You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Over your friend that loves you. Cassius, Be not deceived: if I