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Cafca. He fell down in the market place, and foam'd at mouth, and was speechless.
Bru. 'Tis very like; he hath the falling Sickness.
Cafea. 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 used to do the Players in the Theatre, I am no true man.
Bru. What faid he, when he came unto himself?
Cafca. 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: 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 fo he fell. When he came to himself again, he faid, "If he had done, or
faid any thing amifs, he defir'd their Worships 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 stabb'd their mothers, they would have done no less.
Bru. And after that, he came, thus fad, away?
Caf. Did Cicero fay any thing?
Cafca. Ay, he spoke Greek.
Cafca. Nay, an' 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 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 Cæfar'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. Will you dine with me to morrow?
Cafca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and
your dinner be worth the eating.
Caf. Good, I will expect you.
Cafca. Do fo: farewel Both.
Bru. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be?
Of any bold or noble enterprize,
Bru. And fo it is: for this time I will leave you.
Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I fee,
And, after this, let Cæfar feat him fure;
Thunder and lightning. Enter Cafca, his word drawn; and Cicero, meeting him.
Cic. Good even, Cafea, brought you Cæfar home? Why are you breathlefs, and why ftare you fo?
Cafca. Are not you mov'd, when all the sway of earth
Shakes likes a thing unfirm? O Cicero !
I have feen tempefts, when the fcolding winds
Have riv'd the knotty oaks; and I have seen
Or else the world, too faucy with the Gods,
Cic. Why, faw you any thing more wonderful?
Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn,
Against the Capitol I met a lion,
Who glar'd upon me, and went furly by,
Cic. Indeed, it is a ftrange difpofed time:
Cafca. He doth: for he did bid Antonius
Cafca. Farewel, Cicero.
Caf. Who's there?
Caf. Cafca, by your voice..
Cafea. Your ear is good. Caffius, what night is this!
Cafca. Who ever knew the heavens menace fo?
Caf. Thofe, that have known the earth fo full of faults.
For my part, I have walk'd about the streets,
Submitting me unto the perillous night;
Have bar'd my bofom to the thunder-ftone:
And when the cross blue lightning feem'd to open
Ev'n in the aim and very flash of it.
Cafca. But wherefore did you so much tempt the heav'ns?
It is the part of men to fear and tremble,
When the most mighty Gods, by tokens, fend
Caf. You are dull, Cafca; and thofe fparks of life,
To monftrous quality; why, you shall find,
Now could I, Cafea, name to thee a man
That thunders, lightens, opens Graves, and roars
A man no mightier than thy felf, or me,
Cafca. 'Tis Cafar that you mean; is it not, Caffius? Caf. Let it be who it is: for Romans now Have thewes and limbs like to their ancestors; (4) But, woe the while! our fathers' minds are dead, And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits: Our yoke and fuffrance fhew us womanish.
Cafca. Indeed, they fay, the Senators to morrow
Caf. I know, where I will wear this dagger then.
So every bondman in his own hand bears
Caf. And why should Cæfar be a tyrant then?
(4) Have thews and Limbs-] Mr. Pope has fubjoin'd, to both his Editions, an Explanation of Thews, as if it fignified, manners or capacities. 'Tis certain, it fometimes has thefe Significations;, but he's mistaken strangely to imagine it has any fuch Senfe here: Nor, indeed, do I ever remember its being used by our Author in those Acceptations. With him, I think, it always fignifies, Muscles, Sinews, bodily Strength.