In awe of fuch a Thing as I my felf. And bad him follow; fo indeed he did. And ftemming it with Hearts of Controverfie. Did from the Flames of Troy, upon his Shoulder Is now become a God, and Caffius is A wretched Creature, and muft bend his Body, He had a Feaver when he was in Spain, And when the Fit was on him, I did mark Bru. Another general Shout? I do believe, that thefe Applaufes are [Shout. Flourishe For fome new Honours that are heap'd on Cafar. Caf. Why Man, he doth beftride the narrow World Like Like a Coloffus, and we petty Men Walk under his huge Legs, and peep about Men at fome times are Mafters of their Fates: Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous Than to repute himself a Son of Rome M 2 Caf Caf. I am glad that my weak Words Have ftruck but thus much fhew of Fire from Brutas. Enter Cæfar and his Train. Bru. The Games are done, and Cafar is returning Bru. I will do fo: But look you, Caffius, Being croft in Conference with fome Senators. Ant. Cafar. Caf. Let me have Men about me that are Fat, & Caf. 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 foon as that spare Caffius. He reads much, Quite through the Deeds of Men. He loves no Plays, Come Come on my right Hand, for this Ear is deaf, [Exeunt Cæfar and his Train. Cask. You pull'd me by the Cloak, would you fpeak with me ? Bru. Ay Caska, tell us what hath chanc'd to Day, That Cafar looks fo fad. Cask. Why you were with him, were you not? Bru. I fhould 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 Noife for? Cask. Why, for that too, Caf. They fhouted thrice; what was the laft 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 honeft Neighbours fhouted. Caf. Who offer'd him the Crown? Cask. Why, Antony. Bru. Tell us the manner 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 faw Mark Antony offer him a Crown, yet 'twas not a Crown neither, 'twas one of thefe 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 ftill as he refus'd it, the Rabblement houted, and clapp'd their chopt Hands, and threw up their fweaty Night-caps, and uttered fuch a deal of ftinking Breath, becaufe Cafar refus'd the Crown, that it had almoft choaked Cafar; for he fwooned, 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 foft I pray you; what, did Cafar fwoon? Cask. He fell down in the Market-place, and foam'd at Mouth, and was fpeechless. Bru. Tis very like, he hath the Falling-Sickness. Caf. No, Cafar hath it not; but you, and I, 'And honeft Caska; we have the Falling-Sickness. Cask. I know not what you mean by that; but I am fure Cafar fell down; if the tag-rag People did not clap him, and hifs him, according as he pleas'd, and difpleas'd them, as they use to do the Players in the Theatre, I am no true Man. Bru. What faid 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 himfelf again, he faid, If he had done, or faid any thing amiss, he defir'd their Worfhips to think it was his Infirmity. Three or four Wenches where I ftood, cryed, Alas, good Soul and forgave him with all their Hearts: But there's no heed to be taken of them; if Cafar had stabb'd their Mothers, they would have done no lefs. Bru. And after that, he came, thus fad, away. Caf. Did Cicero fay any thing? Cask. Ay, he fpoke Greek. Caf. To what effect? Cask. Nay, and I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you i’th' Face again. But thofe that understood him, fmil'd at one another, and fhook their Heads; but for mine own part it was Greek to me. I could tell you more News too: Murellus and Flavius, for pulling Scarffs off Cafar'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? 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 expect you. Cask |