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Come on my right Hand, for this Ear is deaf,
And tell me truly, what thou think'st of him.

[Exeunt Cæsar and his Train. Cask. You pulled me by the Cloak, would you speak with me ?

Bru. Ay Caska, tell us what hath chanc'd to Day,
That Cæfar looks so sad.

Cask. Why you were with him, were you not?
Bru. I should not then ask Caska what had chanc'd.

Cask. Why, there was a Crown offer'd him; and being offer'd him, he put it by with the back of his Hand, thus, and then the People fell a Shouting.

Bru. What was the fecond Noise for?
Cask. Why, for that too,
Caf. They shouted thrice; what was the last Cry for
Cask. Why, for that too,
Bru. Was the Crown offer'd him thrice?

Cask. Ay marry was't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler than other; and at every putting by, mine honest Neighbours shouted.

Caf. Who offer'd him the Crown?
Cask. Why, Antony.
Bru. Tell us the maoner of it, gentle Caska.

Cask. I can as well be hang'd as tell the manner of it: It was meer 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 refus'd it, the Rabblement houted, and clapp'd their chopt Hands, and threw up their sweaty Night-caps, and uttered such a deal of stinking Breath, because Cafar refus'd the Crown, that it had almost choaked Cfar; for he swooned, and fell down at it : And for mine own part, I durft not laugh, for fear of opening my Lips, and receiving the bad Air,

Caf. But fost I pray you; what, did Cafar (woon?

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Cask. He fell down in the Market-place, and foam'd at Mouth, and was speechlesse

Brm. 'Tis very like, he hạth the Falling-Sickness.

Caf. No, Cæfar hath it not; but you, and I, And honest Caska ; we have the Falling-Sickness.

Cask. I know not what you mean by that; but I am sure Cafar fell down ; if the tag-rag People did not clap him, and hiss him, according as he pleas'd, and displeas'd them, as they use to do the Players in the Theatre, i am no true Map.

Bru. Whạt said he, when he came unto himself?

Cask. Marry, before he fell down, when he perceiv'd the common Herd was glad he refus'd the Crown, he pluckt me ope his Doublet, and offer'd them his Throat to cut;, and 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 fo he fell. When he came to himself again, he said, If he had done, or faid any thing amiss, he defir'd their Worships to think it was his Infirmity, Three or four Wenches where I stood, cryed, Alas, good Soul and forgave him with all their Hearts : Bụt there's no heed to be taken of them ; if Cafar had ftabbid their Mothers, they would have done no less.

Bru. And after that, he came, thus fad, away.
Cask. Ay.
Caf. Did Cicero say any thing?
Cask. Ay, he spoke Greek.
Caf. To what effe&?

Çask. Nay, and I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you i'th' Face again. But those that understood him, smild at one another, and shook their Heads; but for mine own part it was Greek to me. I could tell you more News too : MYrellus and Flavius, for pulling Scarffs off Casar's Images, are put to Silence. Fare you well. There was more Foolery yet, if I could remember it. Caf. Will

you fup with me to Night, Caska ? Cask. No, I am promis'd forth. Caf. Will you dine with me to Morrow?

Cask, Ay, if I be alive, and your Mind hold, and your Dinner be worth the eating. Caf. Good, I will exped you.


Cask. Do fo: Farewel both.

[Exit. Bru. What a blunt Fellow is this grown to be? He was quick Mettel, when he went to School.

Caf. So is he now, in Execution
Of any bold or noble Enterprize,
However he puts on this tardy Form:
This Rudeness is a Sawce to his good Wit,
Which gives Men stomach to digest his Words
With better Appetites.

Brn. 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.
Caf. I will do fo: 'till then, think of the World.

[Exit Brutus.
Well Brutus, thou art Noble: Yet I fee
Thy honourable Mettel may be wrought
From that it is dispos'd, therefore 'tis

meet That noble Minds keep ever with their likes : For who so firm, that cannot be seduc'd? Cefar 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 Cafar's ambition shall be glanced at. And after this, let Cafar seat him sure, For we will shake him, or worse days endure. [Exit. Thunder and Lightning. Enter Caska with his Sword drawn,

and Cicero. Cic. Good Even, Caska; brought you Cafar home? Why are you breathless, and why ftare you so?

Cask. 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 threatning Clouds :


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But never 'till to Night, never 'till now,
Did I go through a Tempest dropping Fire.
Either there is a Civil Strife in Heav'n,

1 Or else the World, too fawcy with the Gods, Incenses them to fend Destruction.

Cic. Why, saw you any thing more wonderful?

Cask. A common Slave, you know him well by sight, Held


his left Hand, which did flame and burn,
Like twenty Torches joind; and yet his Hand,
Not sensible of Fire, remain'd unscorch'd.
Besides, I ha' not since put up my Sword,
Against the Capitol I met a Lion,
Who glaz'd 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 Noon-day, upon the Market place,
Houting and shrieking. When these Prodigies
Do fo 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 César to the Capitol to morrow?

Cask. He doth: For he did bid Antonio
Send word to you, he would be there to morrow.

Cic. Good Night then, Caska; this disturbed Sky
Is not to walk in.
Cask. Farewel, Cicero.

[Exit Cicero
Enter Callius.
Caf. Who's there?
Cask. A Roman.
Caf. Caska, by your Voice.
Cask. Your Ear is good. Cassius, what Night is this?
Cas. A very pleasing Night to honest Men.
Cask. Who ever knew the Heay'ns menace so?

Cas. Caf. Those that have known the Earth so full of Faults. For my part I have walk'd about the Streets, Submitting me unto the perillous Night; And thus unbraced, Caska, as you see, Have bar'd my Bosom to the Thunder-stone: And when the cross blue Lightning seem'd to open The Breast of Heav'n, I did present my self, Even in the aim and very flash of it.

Cask. But wherefore did you so much tempt the Heav'ns?
It is the part of Men to fear and tremble,
When the most mighty Gods, by tokens, fend
Such dreadful Heralds, to astonish us.

Caf. You are dull, Caska; and those sparks of Life
That should be in a Roman, you do want,
Or else you use not; You look pale, and gaze,
And put on fear, and cast your self in wonder,
To see the strange impatience of the Heav'ns:
But if you would consider the true Cause,
Why all these Fires, why all these gliding Ghosts,
Why Birds and Beasts, from quality and kind,
Why old Men, Fools, and Children calculate;
Why all these things change from their Ordinance,
Their Natures, and pre-formed Faculties,
To monstrous quality; why, you shall find,
That Heav'n hath infus'd them with these Spirits,
To make them instruments of fear and warning,
Unto some monstrous State.
Now could I, Caska, Dame to thee a Man,
Most like this dreadful Night,
That Thunders, Lightens, opens Graves, and roars,
As doth the Lion in the Capitol;
A Man no mightier than thy self, or me,
In personal A&ion; yet prodigious grown,
And fearful, as these strange Eruptions are.

Cask. 'Tis Cæfar that you mean; is it not, Caffius?

Caf. Let it be who it is : For Romans now Have Thewes and Limbs like to their Ancestors; But woe the while, our Fathers Minds are dead, And we are govern'd with our Mothers Spirits, Our Yoke and Sufferance shew us womanish.


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