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Caf. I am glad that my weak words Have struck but thus much thew of fire from Brutus.
Enter Cæfar and bis Train. Bru. The Games are done, and Cæfar is returning.
Caf. As they pass by, pluck Cască by the Neeve, And he will, after his four fashion, tell you What hath proceeded worthy note to day.
Bru. I will do so; but look you, Cassius,
angry Spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow,
Caf. Casca will tell us what the matter is.
Cæs. Let me have men about me that are fat,
Ant. Fear him not, Cesar, he's not dangerous ;
Cæs. Would he were fatter; but I fear him not :
He reads much ;
He loves no Plays, As thou doft, Antony; he hears no mufick: (s) (5)
be hears no Mufick :) This is not a trivial Observation, nor does our Poet mean barely by it, that Cafius was not a merry, sprightly man: but that he had not a due Temperament of Harmony in his Composition: and that therefore Natures, fo uncorrect. ed, are dangerous. He has finely dilated on this Sentiment in his Merchant of Venice. Azt. 5.
The Man, that hath no Mufick in himself,
Seldom he smiles; and smiles in fuch a fort,
[Exeunt Cæsar and his Train. Manent Brutus and Cassius : Casca, to mhem. Casca. You pulld me by the cloak; would you speak
with me? Bru. Ay, Casca, tell us what hath chanc'd to day, That Cejar looks so sad.
Casca. Why you were with him, were you not? Bru. I should not then ask Cafea what had chanc'd.
Casca. 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 second noise for?
Casca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler than other; and at every putting by, mine honest neighbours fhouted.
Caf. Who offer'd him the Crown?
Casca. 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; yer '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 offer'd 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 offer'd it the third time; he put it the third time by; and still as he refus'd it, the rabblement houted, and clapp'd their chopt hands, and threw up their sweaty night-caps, and uttered such a deal of stinking breath, because Cæfar refus'd the Crown, that it had almost choaked Cæfar; for he swooned, 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, Toft, I pray you; what, did Cæfar swoon?
Casca. He fell down in the market-place, and foam'd at mouth, and was speechless.
Bru. 'Tis very like ; he hath the falling Sickness.
Caf. No, Cæfar hath it not; but you and I,
Casca. I know not what you mean by that; but I am
Casca. 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 so he fell. When he came to himself again, he said, “ If he had “ done, or said any thing amiss, he desir'd their Wor
ships to think it was his infirmity.” Three or four
Bru! And after that, he came, thus fad, away?
Casca. Nay, an' I tell you that, I'll ne'er look
you i'th' face again. But those, that understood him, smil'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 Cæsar's Images, are put to silence. Fare you well. There was more foolery yet, if I could remember it.
Caf. Will you sup with me to night, Casca?
Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and your dinner be worth the eating.
Caf. Good, I will expect you.
[Exit. Brii. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be? He was quick mettle, when he went to school,
Caf. So is he now, in execution
Bru. And so it is : for this time I will leave you.
you please to speak with me,
[Exit Brutus. Well, Brutus, thou art '
noble; yet I see,
I will this night,
Cæfar's ambition shall be glanced at.
and Cicero, meeting him. Cic. Good even, Casca; brought you Cæfar home ? Why are you breathless, and why ftare you so ?
Casca. Are not you mov'd, when all the fway of earth Shakes like a thing unfirm ? O Cicero! I have seen tempeits, when the scolding winds Have riv'd the knotty oaks; and I have seen Th’ ambitious ocean (well, and rage, and foam, To be exalted with the threatning clouds: But never till to night, never till now, Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. Either there is a civil ftrife in heav'n ; Or else the world, too faucy with the Gods, Incenses them to send destruction.
Cic. Why, saw you any thing more wonderful? Casca. A common flave, you know him well by
light, Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn, Like twenty torches join'd; and