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I do believe that these applauses are
For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar.
Walk under his huge legs, and
Brutus, and Cæsar: what should be in that Cæsar?
But it was fam'd with more than with one man?
There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd
Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
I would not, so with love I might entreat you,
Both meet to hear and answer such high things.
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Under these hard conditions as this time
Is like to lay upon us.
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. Cass. 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.
Re-enter CESAR and his Train.
Bru. I will do so:
but, look you,
Cas. 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. 1 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,
Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays,
As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music:
I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd
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.
[Exeunt Cæsar and all his Train, except Casca. Casca. You pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak
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 had 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.
Cass. They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?
Bru. Was the crown offered 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.
Cass. 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 '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 again; then he put it by again: but, to my thinking, he was very loth 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 chapped 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 mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.
Cass. But, soft, I pray you: what, did Cæsar swoon? Casca. He fell down in the market-place, and foamed at mouth, and was speechless.
Bru. "Tis very like; he hath the falling-sickness.
And honest Casca, we have the falling-sickness.
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?
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: 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?
Cass. Did Cicero say any thing?
Casca. Ay, he spoke Greek.
Cass. To what effect?
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 mine own part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more news too: Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs off Cæsar's images, are put to silence. Fare you well. There was more foolery yet, if I
could remember it.
Cass. Will you sup with me to-night, Casca?
Cass. Will you dine with me to-morrow?
dinner worth the eating.
Cass. Good; I will expect you.
Casca. Do so: farewell, both.
Bru. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be!
He was quick mettle when he went to school.
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
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.
Cass. I will do so:
till then, think of the world.
Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see,