Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,
Who else would soar above the view of men
And keep us all in servile fearfulness. Exeunt.
Scene Two
[A Public Place]
Enter [in solemn procession, with music] Cæsar, Antony for the course, Calpurnia, Portia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, Casca, [a great crowd following, among them] a Soothsayer: after them Marullus and Flavius.
Cæs. Calpurnia!
Casca. Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.
[Music ceases.]
Cæs. Calpurnia!
Cal. Here, my lord.
Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way
When he doth run his course. Antonius! 4
Ant. Caesar, my lord.
Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,
To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say.
The barren, touched in this holy chase, 8
Shake off their sterile curse.
Ant. I shall remember:
When Cæsar says 'Do this,' it is perform'd.
Cæs. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. [Music.]
Sooth. Caesar! 12
Cæs. Ha! Who calls?
77 pitch: height, as of a hawk's flight
6 in . . . speed: as you run
9 sterile curse: affliction of barrenness
11 Set on: proceed, advance