I do believe, that these applaufes are For fome new honours that are heap'd on Cafar. Caf. Why, man, he doth beftride the narrow world Like a Coloffus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about, To find our felves difhonourable graves. Men at some times are mafters of their fates: There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous ; ------ but one man? Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough When there is in it but one only man. Brutus Brutus had rather be a villager, Caf. I am glad that my weak words Have ftruck but thus much fhew of fire from Brutus. Bru. I will do fo: but look you, Caffius, Ant. Cæfar. Caf. Let me have men about me that are fat, Sleek-headed men, and fuch as fleep a a-nights: Yond Caffius has a lean and hungry look, He thinks too much; fuch men are dangerous. 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 fhould avoid, He reads much, Irather tell thee what is to be fear'd, [Exeunt Cæfar and bis Train. SCENE V. Manent Brutus, Caffius, and Casca. Cafe. You pull'd me by the cloak, would you speak with me? Bru. Ay, Cafca, tell us what hath chanc'd to-day, That Cæfar looks so fad. Cafc. Why, you were with him, were you not? Bru. I fhould not then ask Casca what had chanc'd. Cafe. 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 fhouting. Bru. What was the fecond noise for? Cafc. Why, for that too. Caf. They fhouted thrice: what was the last cry for? Bru. Was the crown offer'd him thrice? Cafe. Ay marry was't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler than other; and at every putting by, mine honeft neighbours shouted. Caf. Who offer'd him the crown? Cafc. Why, Antony. Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Cafca. by Cafc. 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 it was not a crown neither, 'twas one of these coronets; and, as I told you, he put 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 shouted, and clapp'd their chopt hands, and threw up their sweaty night-caps, and uttered fuch a deal of ftinking breath, becaufe Cafar refus'd the crown, that it had almost choak'd Cæfar; for he fwooned, and fell VOL, VII, e down 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 Cæfar fwoon? Cafe. He fell down in the market-place, and foam'd at mouth, and was fpeechlefs. Bru. 'Tis very like; he hath the falling-fickness. Cafe. 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 hiss 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? Cafc. 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: If I had been a man of any occupation, if I would not have taken him at his word, I would I might go to hell among the rogues; and fo he fell. When he came to himself again, he faid, If he had done, or faid any thing amifs, he defir'd their Worthips to think it was his infirmity. Three or four wenches where I ftood, cry'd, Alas, good foul and forgave him with all their hearts: but there's no heed to be taken of them; if Cæfar had ftabb'd their mothers, they would have done no less. Bru. And after that, he came, thus fad, away. Caf. Did Cicero fay any thing? Cafe. Ay, he fpoke Greek. Caf. To what effect? Cafe. Nay, if 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: Marullus and Flavius, for pulling fearfs off Cafar's Images, are put to filence. Fare you well. There was more foolery yet, if I could remember it. Caf. Will you fup with me to-night, Cafca? Caf. Caf. Will you dine with me to-morrow? Cafe. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and your dinner be worth the eating. Caf. Good, I will expect you. Cafc. Do fo: farewel both. Bru. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be! He was quick mettle, when he went to school. Of any bold or noble enterprize, Bru. And fo it is: for this time I will leave you. [Exit. [Exit Brutus, Well, Brutus, thou art noble: yet I fee And after this, let Cæfar feat him fure, For we will shake him, or worse days endure. [Exit. Thunder and lightning. Enter Casca, bis fword drawn, and Cicero. Cic. Good even, Cafca; brought you Cæfar home? Why are you breathlefs, and why ftare you fo? Cafc. Are not you mov'd, when all the fway of earth Shakes |