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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;
How I have thought of this, and of these times,
I shall recount hereafter; for this present,
I would not, so with love I might entreat you,
Be any further moved. What you have said,
I will consider; what you have to say,
I will with patience hear: and find a time
Both meet to hear, and answer, such high things.
Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:
Brutus had rather be a villager,
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Under these hard conditions as this time

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.
61. Bru. I will do so. — But, look you, Cassius,

The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow,
And all the rest look like a chidden train :
Calphurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero
Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes,
As we have seen him in the Capitol,

Being crossed in conference by some senators. 62. Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is.

Cæs. Antonius.

Ant. Cæsar.
65. Cæs. Let me have men about me that are fat;

Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights :
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;

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,
I do not know the man I should avoid
So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much;

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He is a great observer, and he looks
Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays,
As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music:
Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort,
As if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit
That could be moved to smile at anything.
Such men as he be never at heart's ease,
Whiles they behold a greater than themselves;
And therefore are they very dangerous.
I rather tell thee what is to be feared
Than what I fear; for always I am Cæsar.
Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.
[Sennet. Exeunt Cæsar and his Train. CASCA stays

Casca. You pulled me by the cloak: would you speak
with me?

69. Bru. Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanced to-day,
That Cæsar looks so sad.

Casca. Why, you were with him, were you not?
Bru. I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.

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?
Casca. Why, for that too.
Cas. They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?
Casca. Why, for that too.

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?
Casca. Why, Antony.

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
plucked me ope his doublet, and offered them his throat
to cut. — An I had been a man of any occupation, if I
would not have taken him at a word, I would I might go
to hell among the rogues. And so he fell. When he came
to himself again, he said, if he had done or said any-
thing amiss, he desired their worships to think it was his
infirmity. Three or four wenches, where I stood, cried,
Alas, good soul !- and forgave him with all their hearts.
But there's no heed to be taken of them: if Cæsar had
stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less.

Bru. And after that he came thus sad away?
Casca. Ay.
Cas. Did Cicero say anything?
Casca. Ay, he spoke Greek.

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

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another, and shook their heads; but, for my own part,
it was Greek to me. I could tell you more news too:
Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs off Cæsar's im-
ages, are put to silence. Fare you well. There was more
foolery yet, if I could remember it.

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
dinner worth the eating.

Cas. Good: I will expect you.
Casca. Do so. Farewell, both. [Exit CASCA.

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,
However he puts on this tardy form.
This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,
Which gives men stomach to digest his words

With better appetite.
104. Bru. And so it is. For this time I will leave you:

To-morrow if you please to speak with me,
I will come home to you; or, if you will,

Come home to me, and I will wait for you.
105. Cas. I will do so: - till then, think of the world.

Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see,
Thy honorable metal may be wrought
From that it is disposed: therefore it is meet
That noble minds keep ever with their likes;
For who so firm, that cannot be seduced ?
Cæsar doth bear me hard; but he loves Brutus :
If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius,
He should not humour me. I will this night,
In several hands, in at his windows throw,
As if they came from several citizens,
Writings all tending to the great opinion
That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely
Cæsar's ambition shall be glanced at:
And, after this, let Cæsar seat him sure;
For we will shake him, or worse days endure. [Exit.


The same.

A Street.

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?
107. Casca. Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth

Shakes, like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,
I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds
Have rived the knotty oaks; and I have seen
The ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam,
To be exalted with the threatening clouds :
But never till to-night, never till now,
Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.
Either there is a civil strife in heaven,
Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,

Incenses them to send destruction.
108. Cic. Why, saw you anything more wonderful?
109. Casca. A common slave (you know him well by sight)

Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn
Like twenty torches joined; and yet his hand,
Not sensible of fire, remained unscorched.
Besides (I have not since put up my sword),
Against the Capitol I met a lion,
Who glared upon me, and went surly by,
Without annoying me: and there were drawn
Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women,
Transformed with their fear; who swore they saw
Men all in fire walk up and down the streets.
And yesterday the bird of night did sit,
Even at noonday, upon the market-place,
Hooting and shrieking. When these prodigies
Do so conjointly meet, let not men say,
These are their reasons, — they are natural;
For, I believe, they are portentous things
Unto the climate that they point upon.

Cic. Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time:
But men may construe things after their fashion,
Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
Comes Cæsar to the Capitol to-morrow?

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