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When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide walls encompass'd but one man?
Oh! you and I have heard our fathers say,

There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd
Th'eternal devil to keep his state in Rome,
As easily as a king.

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 mov'd. 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.
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.
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.

Bru. I will do so;

Enter CESAR and his TRAIN.

But look you, Cassius,

The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow,
And all the rest look like a chidden train.

Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is.
Cas. Antonius-
Ant. Cæsar!

Caes. Let me have men about me that are fat,
Sleekheaded men, and such as sleep o'nights:
Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look.
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
Ant. Fear him not, Cæsar, he's not dangerous :
He is a noble Roman, and well given.

Cas. 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,
Whilst they behold a greater than themselves;
And therefore are they very dangerous.
I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd,
Than what I fear for always I am Cæsar.
Come, tell me truly, what thou think'st of him.

[Exeunt CESAR and his TRAIN. Casca. You pull'd me by the cloak ; would speak with me?

you

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.

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 three times ? Casca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler than the 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 the crown; 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 loath to lay his fingers off it. And then he offered it a third time: he put it the third time by; and still as he refused it, the rabblemen hooted, and clapped their chopt 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.

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.

Bru. 'Tis very like; he hath the falling sickness. Cas. No, Cæsar has 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 pleased and displeased them, as they used 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: 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 stabb'd their mothers, they would have done no less.

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

Cas. Did Cicero say any thing?

Casca. Ay, he spoke Greek.

Cas. To what effect?

Casca. Nay, an' I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you i'th' 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. There was more foolery yet, if I could remember it.

Cas. Will you sup with me, to-night, Casca?
Casca. No, I'm promis'd forth.

Cas. Will you dine with me to-morrow?

Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and your dinner be worth the eating. Cas. Good, I will expect you. Casca. Do so; farewell both.

[Exit.

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

Of any bold or noble enterprize.
However he puts on his tardy form;
This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,
Which gives men stomach to digest his words,
With better appetite.

Bru. And so it is: for this time I will leave
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.

you,

Cas. I will do so; till then think on the world. Bru. Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this; Brutus had rather be a villager,

Than to repute himself a son of Rome,

Under such hard conditions, as this time

Is like to lay upon us.

[Exit BRUTUS.

Cas. Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet I see,

Thy honourable metal may be wrought
From what it is dispos'd: therefore 'tis meet,
That noble minds keep ever with their likes :
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.

ACT THE SECOND.

SCENE I.

[Exit.

A Street in Rome.

Enter CASCA, his Sword drawn, and TREBONIUS meeting him.

Tre. Good even, Casca: brought you Cæsar home?

Why are you breathless, and why stare you so? Casca. Are you not mov'd, when all the sway of earth

Shakes like a thing unfirm? O, Trebonius!

I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds

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