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He had a fever when he was in Spain,
How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake:
And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world,
Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans
Bru. Another general shout!
I do believe, that these applauses are
For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar.
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
[J. CES. 7]
Meaning, the Roman Empire.
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Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough,
O! you and I have heard our fathers say,
As easily as a king.
Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
I will with patience hear: and find a time
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Is like to lay upon us.
Cas. I am glad, that my weak words
Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.
Re-enter CESAR, and his train.
Bru. The games are done, and Cæsar is returning.
Bru. I will do so:-But, look you, Cassius,
Being cross'd in conference by some senators.
Lucius Junius Brutus.
Ruminate on this.
3 A ferret has red eyes.
[J. CES. 8]
Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is.
Cæs. Let me have men about me that are fat;
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;
Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays,
[Exeunt CESAR and his train. CASCA stays
Casca. You pull'd me by the cloak; Would you speak with me?
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 hath chanc'd.
Casca. Why, there was a crown offer'd 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?
[J. CES. 9]
Casca. Why, for that too. Cas. They shouted thrice; Casca. Why, for that too. Bru. Was the crown offer'd 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.
Cas. Who offered him the crown?
What was the last cry
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 loath 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 hooted, and clapped their chopped hands, and threw up their sweaty night-caps, 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
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 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 pleased, and displeased them, as they use to do the players in the theatre, I am no true man.
[J. CÆS. 10]
Bru. What said he, when he came unto himself? Casca. Marry, before he fell down, when he perceiv'd the common herd was glad he refused the crown, he plucked me ope his doublet, and offered them his throat to cut.—Ân 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?
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. 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.
Cas. Will you sup with me to-night, Casca?
Cas. Will you dine with me to-morrow?
Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and
your dinner worth the eating.
Cas. 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.
A mechanic, one of the plebeians to whom he offered his throat.
[J. Cæs. 11]