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And drive away the vulgar from the streets. [70]
So do you too, where you perceive them thick.
These growing feathers plucked 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. [75]
Exeunt.

Scene II IT

Enter Caesar, Antony for the course, Calphurnia, Portia, Decius, Cicero,
Brutus, Cassius, Casca, a Soothsayer; after them, Marullus and Flavius.

CAESAR
Calphurnia!

CASCA
Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.

CAESAR
Calphurnia.

CALPHURNIA

Here, my lord.

CAESAR

Stand you directly in Antonius’ way
When he doth run his course. Antonius!

ANTONY
Caesar, my lord? [5]

CAESAR
Forget not in your speed, Antonius,
To touch Calphurnia; for our elders say,

The barren, touchèd in this holy chase,