The plays of William Shakspeare : with the corrections and illustrations of various commentators, to which are added notes . the great opinion That Rome holds of his name ; wherein obfcurely • Caefars ambition fhall be glanced at : And, after this, let Caefar feat him fure; For we will (hake him, or worfe days endure From that it is difposd, i. e. difposd to. See Vol. XV. p. 1Q6,n. 4. Malone. 7 doth Lear me hard ;] i. e. has an unfavourable opinionr of me. The fame phrafe occurs again in the firft fcene of Aft III. Steevens. ^ If I were Brutus now, and he were Caffius, Hejhould not humour me.]
The plays of William Shakspeare : with the corrections and illustrations of various commentators, to which are added notes . the great opinion That Rome holds of his name ; wherein obfcurely • Caefars ambition fhall be glanced at : And, after this, let Caefar feat him fure; For we will (hake him, or worfe days endure From that it is difposd, i. e. difposd to. See Vol. XV. p. 1Q6,n. 4. Malone. 7 doth Lear me hard ;] i. e. has an unfavourable opinionr of me. The fame phrafe occurs again in the firft fcene of Aft III. Steevens. ^ If I were Brutus now, and he were Caffius, Hejhould not humour me.] This is a refleftion on Brutusaingratitude ; which concludes, as is ufual on fuch occafions, inan encomium on his own better conditions. If I were Brutus,(fays he) and Brutus, Caffius, he fJiould not cajole me as I dohim. To humour fignihes here to tuin and wind him, by in-flaming his paffions. Warburton. The meaning, I think, is this : Ceefar loves Brutus, hut ifBrutus and 1 were to change places, his lovefliould not humourme, flioxild not take hold of my affeftion, fo as to make me for-get my principles. Johnson,. -^^^ait^-Jk^-niS^^^ JULIUS C^SAR. 277 SCENE III. The fame. A Street. Thunder and Lightning. Enter, from, oppofitefdes, Casca, ivith his Siuord draiun, and Cicero. Cic. Good even, Cafca: Brought you Csefarhome ? 9Why are you breathlefs ? and why ftare you fo ? Casca. Are not you movd, when all the fway ofearth ^Shakes, like a thing unfirm ? O Cicero,I have feen tempefts, when the fcolding windsHave fivd the knotty oaks; and I have ihenThe ambitious ocean fwcll, and rage, and foam,To be exalted with the threatning clouds:But never till to-night, never till now,Did I go through a tempeft dropping there is a civil frrife in heaven ;Or elfe the world, too fancy with the gods,Incenfes them to fend deflru6lion. Cic. Why, faw you any thing more wonderful ? Casca. A common llave^ (you know him wellby fight,) ^ Brought you Cafar home /*] Did you attend Caefar h
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