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Bru. What means this fhouting? I do fear, the People Chufe Cafar for their King.
Caf. Ay, do you fear it?
Then mult I think, you would not have it so.
(3) And I will look on both indifferently;] What a Contradiction to this, are the Lines immediately fucceeding? If He Joy'd Honour, more than he fear'd Death, how could they be both indifferent to him? Honour thus is but in equal Balance to Death, which is not speaking at all like Brutus: for, in a Soldier of any ordinary Pretenfion, it should always preponderate. We must certainly read,
And I will look on Death indifferently.
What occafion'd the Corruption, I prefume, was, the Tranfcribers imagining, the Adverb indifferently must be applied to Two things oppos'd. But the Use of the Word does not demand it; nor does Shakespeare always apply it fo. In the prefent Paffage it fignifies, neglectingly, without Fear, or Concern: And fo Cafca afterwards, again in this A&t, employs it.
And Dangers are to me indifferent.
i. e. I weigh them not; am not deterr'd on the Score of Danger. Mr. Warburton.
The troubled Tyber chafing with his fhores,
"And swim to yonder point?Upon the word,
And bid him follow; fo, indeed, he did.
And stemming it with hearts of controverfie.
Did from the flames of Troy upon his fhoulder
Is now become a God; and Caffius is
A wretched creature, and muft bend his body,,
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 shake;
And that fame eye, whose Bend doth awe the world,
Bru. Another general shout!
I do believe, that these applaufes are
For fome new honours that are heap'd on Cæfar.
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
Men at fome times are mafters of their fates:
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus and Cæfar! what fhould be in that Cafar?
Oh! you and I have heard our fathers fay,
Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
I will with patience hear; and find a time
Than to repute himself a fon of Rome
Is like to lay upon us.
Caf. I am glad that my weak words
Have ftruck but thus much fhew of fire from Brutus.
Enter Cæfar and his Train.
Bru. The Games are done, and Cæfar is returning.
Caf. As they pafs by, pluck Cafca by the fleeve,
Bru. I will do fo; but look you, Caffius,-
Caf. Let me have men about me that are fat,
He thinks too much; fnch men are dangerous.
Caf. 'Would he were fatter; but I fear him not:
I do not know the man I fhould avoid,
So foon as that fpare Caffius. He reads much;
[Exeunt Cæfar and his Train.
Manent Brutus and Caffius: Casca, to them.
Cafca. You pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak with me?
Bru. Ay, Cafca, tell us what hath chanc'd to day, That Cafar looks fo fad.
Caf. Why, you were with him, were you not?
Bru. I fhould not then ask Casca what had chanc'd. Cafca. 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 noife for?
Caf. They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?
Cafca. Why, for that too.
Bru. Was the crown offer'd him thrice?
Cafca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler than other; and at every putting by, mine honeft neighbours fhouted.
Caf. Who offer'd him the crown ?
Cafca. Why, Antony.
Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Cafca.
Cafca. I can as well be hang'd, as tell the manner of it: it was meer foolery, I did not mark it. I faw 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 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 ftill as he refus'd it, the rabblement houted, and clapp'd their chopt hands, and threw up their sweaty night-caps, and utter'd fuch a deal of ftinking breath, because Cafar refus'd the crown, that it had almoft choaked Cæfar; for he fwooned, 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 foft, I pray you; what, did Cæfar fwoon?