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57. Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
What you would work me to, I have some aim;
Is like to lay upon us. 58. Cas. I am glad, that my weak words Have struck but this much shew of fire from Brutus.
Re-enter CÆSAR and his Train. Bru. The games are done and Cæsar is returning. 60. Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve;
And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you
What hath proceeded worthy note to-day.
The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow,
Being crossed in conference by some senators. 62. Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is.
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights :
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. 66. Ant. Fear him not, Cæsar; he's not dangerous.
He is a noble Roman, and well given. 67. Cæs. Would he were fatter. — But I fear him not.
Yet, if my name were liable to fear,
He is a great observer, and he looks
Casca. Why, you were with him, were you not?
Casca. Why, there was a crown offered him: and, being offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand, thus; and then the people fell a-shouting.
Bru. What was the second noise for?
Bru. Was the crown offered him thrice? 78. Casca. Ay, marry, wast, and he put it by thrice, every again; then he put it by again; but, to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his fingers off it. And then he offered it the third time; he put it the third time by : and still as he refused it, the rabblement shouted, and clapped their chopped hands, and threw up their sweaty nightcaps, and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because Cæsar refused the crown, that it had almost choked Cæsar; for he swooned, and fell down at it. And, for my own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of opening my lips,
time gentler than other; and, at every putting by, mine honest neighbours shouted.
Cas. Who offered him the crown?
Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca. 82. Casca. I can as well be hanged, as tell the manner of
it: it was mere foolery, I did not mark it. I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown; — yet 'twas not a crown neither, 'twas one of these coronets; — and, as I told you, he put it by once; but, for all that, to my thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he offered it to him
and receiving the bad air. 83. Cas. But, soft, I pray you. What! did Cæsar swoon?
Casca. He fell down in the market-place, and foamed at mouth, and was speechless. 85. Bru. 'Tis very like: he hath the falling sickness. 86. Cas. No, Cæsar hath it not; but you and I,
And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness. 87. Casca. I know not what you mean by that; but I am sure Cæsar fell down.
If the tag-rag people did not clap him, and hiss him, according as he pleased and displeased them, as they use to do the players in the theatre, I am no true man.
Bru. What said he, when he came unto himself? 89. Casca. Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived
the common herd was glad he refused the crown, he
Bru. And after that he came thus sad away?
Cas. To what effect? 95.
Casca. Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you i' the face again. But those that understood him smiled at one
another, and shook their heads; but, for my own part,
Cas. Will you sup with me to-night, Casca? 97. Casca. No, I am promised forth.
Cas. Will you dine with me to-morrow?
Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and your
Cas. Good: I will expect you.
Bru. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be!
He was quick mettle when he went to school. 103. Cas. So is he now, in execution
Of any bold or noble enterprise,
With better appetite.
To-morrow if you please to speak with me,
Come home to me, and I will wait for you.
Thunder and Lightning. Enter, from opposite sides, CASCA,
with his sword drawn, and Cicero. 106. Cic. Good even, Casca. Brought you Cæsar home?
Why are you breathless ? and why stare you so?
Shakes, like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,
Incenses them to send destruction.
Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn
Cic. Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time: