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Is now become a God; and Cassius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
If Caesar corelessly but nod on him.
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?
His coward lips did from their colour fly;
And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world,
Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan:
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 majestick world,..

And bear the palm alone.

Bru. Another general shout!

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[Shout. Flourish.

I do believe, that these applauses are

For some new honours that are heap'd on Caesar. Cas. Why, mau, he doth bestride the narrow

world,

Like a Colossus; and we pétty men
Walk ouder his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus, and Caesar: What should be in that

Caesar?

Why should that name be sounded more than

yours?

Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.

[Shout.

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Now in the names of all the Gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham'd
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
When went there by an age, since the great flood
But it was fam'd with more than with one man?
When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome
That her wide walks encompass'd but one man?
Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man. {
O! you and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'c
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome,
As easily as a King.

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Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous
What you would work me to, I have some aim
How I have thought of this, and of these times,
I shall recount hereafter; for this present,
I would not, so with love I might entreat you,
Be any further movd. What you have said,
I will consider; what you have to say,
I will with patience hear: and find a time
Both meet to hear, and answer, such high things
Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this;
Brutus had rather be a villager,..
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Under these hard conditions as this time
Is like to lay upon us

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Cas. I am glad, that my weak words
Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutu

Re-enter CAESAR, and his Train.

Bru. The games are done, and Caesar is returnin Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleev And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day.

Bru. I will do so: - But, look you, Cassius,

The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow,
And all the rest look like a chidden train:
Calphurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero
Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes,
As we have seen him in the Capitol,
Being cross'd in conference by some senators.
Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is.
Caes. Antonius.

Ant. Caesar.

Caes. Let me have men about me, that are fat; Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o'nights: Yond' Cassius has a leau and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. Ant. Fear him not, Caesar, he's not dangerous; He is a noble Roman, and well given.

Caes. 'Would he were fatter: - But I fear him

not:

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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 musick:
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,
While's 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 on my right haud, for this ear is deaf,
And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.

[Exeunt CAESAR, and his train.
:CASCA stays behind.

Casca. You pull'd me by the cloak; Woul you speak with me?

Bru. Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chane'd to-day That Caesar looks so sad.

Casca. Why you were with him, were you not Bru. I should not then ask Casca what hat

chanc'd.

Casca. Why, there was a crown offer'd him and being offer'd him, he put it by with the bac of his hand, thus; and then the people fell a' shout ing.

Bru. What was the second noise for?
Casca. Why, for that too.

Cas. They shouted thrice; What was the la cry for?

Casca. Why, for that too.

Bru. Was the crown offer'd him thrice?

Casca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it h thrice, every time gentler than other; and at ever putting by, mine honest neighbours shouted. Cas. Who offer'd him the crown?

Casca. Why, Antony.

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Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca. Casca. I can as well be hang'd, as tell the mar ner of it: it was mere foolery, I did not mark I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown; 'twas not a crown neither, 'twas one of these co ronets; - and, as I told you, he put it by once but, for all that, to my thinking, he would fa have had it. Then he offer'd it to him again; the he put it by again: but, to my thinking, he w very loath to lay his fingers off it. And then offer'd it the third time; he put it the third tim by: and still as he refus'd it, the rabbleme hooted, and clapp'd their chopp'd hands, threw up their sweaty night-caps, and utter'd su

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a deal of stinking breath because Caesar refused the crown, that it had almost choked Caesar; for he swoon'd, and fell down at it: And for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of opening my lips, and receiving the bad air.

Cas. But, soft, I pray you: What? did Cae

sar 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. Cas. No, Caesar hath it not; but you, and I, And honest Casca, we have the falling-sickness. Casca. I know not what you mean by that; tha but, I am sure, Caesar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not clap him, and hiss him, according as he pleased, and displeased them, as they used to do the players in the theatre, I am no true man. Bru. What said he, when he came unto himself? Casca. Marry, before he fell down, when he perceiv'd the common herd was glad he refused the crown, he pluck'd me ope his doublet, and offer'd them his throat to eut. - 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 desired their Worships to think it was his infirmity. Three or four wenches, where I stood, cried, Alas, good soul!

and forgave him with all their hearts: But there's no heed to be taken of them; if Caesar had stabb'd their mothers, they would have done no less.

Bru. And after that, he came, thus sad, away?
Casca. Ay.

Cas. Did Cicero say any thing?

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