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Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion, I
By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried
Bru. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, •
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear; And since you know you cannot see yourself, So well as by reflection; I, your glass, Will modestly discover to yourself, That of yourself, which yet you know not of. And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus: Were I a common laugher, or did use To stale with ordinary oaths my love, To every new protestor; if you know, That 1 do fawn on men, and hug them hard, And after scandal them; or if you know That I profess myself in banqueting To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
[Flourish and Snouts.
Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear the people Chuse Caesar for their king.
Cas. Ay, do you fear it?
Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well.
And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word,
Accoutred as I was, I plunged inf-
A wretched creature?and must bend his body,
If Caesar carelessly but nod on himr
He had a fever,-when he was in Spain,"
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake. 'tis true, this god did shaken
His coward lips did from their colour fly,
And that same eye^whose bend doth awe the world?
Did lose its lustre ; I did hear him groan r^
Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans
Mark him,--and write his speeches in their books,"
Alas! it cry'd "Give me some drink, Titinius"—
As a sick girl. ~ Ye gods, it doth amaze me
A man of such a feeble temper, should
So get the start of the majestic world,
And bear the palm alone... v [Shout.—Flourish.
Bru. Another general shout! *-'
Cat. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow
When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome,
Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
Cos. I am glad that my weak words Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.
Bru. The games are done, and Caesar 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 Ms Train.
But look you, Cassius,
The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow,
Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is.
Caes. Let me have men about me that are fat,
Ant. Fear him not, Caesar, he's not dangerous:
Cces. 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 Caesar.
Come, tell me truly, what thou think'st of him. ^
[Exeunt C/Rs.-wt and his Train.
Casca. You pulled me by the cloak; would you speak with me?
Bru. Ay, Casca, tell us what hath chanc'd, to-day, That Casar looks so sad.
Casca. Why, you were with him, were you not?
Bru. I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.
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, fur that too.
Cos. 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