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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;
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 mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit
That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.
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 fear'd

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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 215 speak with me?

Brut. Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanc'd to-day, That Cæsar looks so sad.

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


Casca. Why, there was a crown offered him; 220 and being offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand, thus; and then the people fell a-shouting. Brut. What was the second noise for? Casca. Why, for that too.


Cass. They shouted thrice: what was the last

Casca. Why, for that too.

cry for?

Brut. 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 putting230 by mine honest neighbours shouted.

Cass. Who offered him the crown?

Casca. Why, Antony.

Brut. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca. Casca. I can as well be hanged as tell the manner 235 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 240 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 245 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 mine own part, I 250 durst not laugh, for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

Cass. But soft, I pray you: what, did Cæsar


Casca. He fell down in the market-place, and foamed at mouth, and was speechless.

Brut. 'Tis very like; - he hath the falling-sickness. 255 Cass. No, Cæsar hath it not: but you, and I, 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 260 pleased and displeased them, as they use to do the players in the theatre, I am no true man.

Brut. What said he when he came unto himself? Casca. Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived the common herd was glad he refused 265 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 270 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 275 taken of them; if Cæsar had stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less.

Brut. And after that, he came, thus sad, away? Casca. Ay.

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 ' the face again: but those that understood him smiled at one another, and shook their heads; 285 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 290 yet, if I could remember it.


Will you sup with me to-night, Casca? Casca. No, I am promised forth.

Cass. Will you dine with me to-morrow? Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, 295 and your dinner worth the eating.

Cass. Good; I will expect you.

Casca. Do so: farewell, both.

Brut. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be! He was quick mettle when he went to school. Cass. So is he now, in execution

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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 305 With better appetite.

Brut. 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. 310 Cass. I will do so: till then, think of the

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world. [Exit Brutus.

Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see, Thy honourable metal may be wrought From that it is dispos'd: therefore 'tis meet That noble minds keep ever with their likes; 815 For who so firm that cannot be seduc'd? 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.

SCENE III. The same. A street.


Thunder and lightning. Enter, from opposite sides
CASCA, with his sword drawn, and CICERO.

Cic. Good even, Casca: brought you Cæsar home?
Why are you breathless? and why stare you so?
Casca. Are not you mov'd, when all the sway
of earth
Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,

I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds
Have riv'd the knotty oaks; and I have seen
Th' 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.




Cic. Why, saw you any thing more wonderful? Casca. A common slave you know him well 15 by sight

Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn

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