Where many of the best respect in Rome, That you would have me seek into myself me, Cassius, Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear: And, since you know you cannot see yourself So well as by reflection, I, your glass, Will modestly discover to yourself That of yourself, which you yet know not of. To every new protester; if you know That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, And after scandal them; or if you know That I profess myself, in banqueting, To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. [Flourish, and Shout. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Choose Cæsar for their king. Cas. Ay, do you fear it? Then, must I think you would not have it so. Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well. But wherefore do you hold me here so long? What is it that you would impart to me? For, let the gods so speed me, as I love The name of honour more than I fear death. Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, I had as lief not be, as live to be I was born free as Cæsar, so were you: We both have fed as well, and we can both And swim to yonder point?"— Upon the word, And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did. Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder A wretched creature, and must bend his body, He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake: 't is true, this god did shake: And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, [Shout. Flourish. Bru. Another general shout! I do believe, that these applauses are For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar. Cas. Why, man, he doth destride the narrow world, Like a Colossus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about O! you and I have heard our fathers say, There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous; I will with patience hear, and find a time Than to repute himself a son of Rome Under these hard conditions, as this time Is like to lay upon us. Cas. I am glad, that my weak words Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus. Bru. The games are done, and Cæsar is returning. Re-enter CESAR, and his Train Cassius; Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve; Being cross'd in conference by some senators. Cas. Cæs. Ant. Cæsar. Cæs. Let me have men about me that are fat; Ant. Fear him not, Cæsar, he's not dangerous: He is a noble Roman, and well given. 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; Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music: [Exeunt CESAR and his Train. CASCA stays behind. Casca. You pull'd me by the cloak: would you speak with me? Bru. Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanc'd to-day, That Cæsar looks so sad. Casca. Why you were with him, were you not? Bru. I should not, then, ask Casca what hath chanc'd. 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 offer'd him thrice? Casca. Ay, marry, was 't, and he put it by thrice, every 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. 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 't was not a crown neither, 't was 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 |