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So get the start of the majestic world,
BRU. Another general shout!
I do believe that these applauses are
For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar. CASS, Why, Man, he doth bestride the narrow World Like a Colossus; and we petty men
1 the pronunciation appears to have been the same.
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham'd! 150
O, you and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd2
BRU. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
I would not, so with love I might entreat you,
I will consider; what you have to say,
I will with patience hear; and find a time
Meet both to hear and answer such high things.
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Is like to lay upon us.
I am glad
That my weak words have struck but thus much show
BRU. The games are done, and Cæsar is returning.
CASS. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve;
Re-enter CÆSAR and his Train.
As we have seen him in the Capitol,
Being cross'd in conference by some Senator.
CAS. Let me have men about me that are fat;
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
I do not know the man I should avoid
So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much;
[Sennet. Exeunt CESAR and all his Train
CASCA. You pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak
BRU. Ay, Casca: tell us what hath chanc'd to-day,
CASCA. Why, you were with him, were you not?
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. Why, for that too.
CASS. They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?
BRU. Was the crown offer'd him thrice?
CASCA. Ay, marry, was 't; and he put it by thrice, every
time gentler than other; and at every putting-by mine honest neighbours shouted.
CASS. Who offer'd him the crown?
CASCA. Why, Antony.
BRU. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.
CASCA. I can as well be hang'd as tell the manner of it:
it was mere foolery; I did not mark it. I saw 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 still, as he refus'd it, the rabblement
hooted, and clapp'd their chopp'd hands, and threw up their sweaty nightcaps, and utter'd such a deal of stinking breath because Cæsar refus'd the crown, that it had almost chok'd Cæsar; for he swounded, 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.
CASS. But, soft! I pray you: what, did Cæsar swound?
mouth, and was speechless.
BRU. 'Tis very like: he hath the falling sickness.1
And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness.
BRU. What said he when he came unto himself?
BRU. And, after that, he came thus sad away?
CASS. Did Cicero say any thing?
CASCA. Ay; he spoke Greek.
CASCA. Nay; an I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you i' the face again but those that understood him smil'd at one another, and shook their heads; but, for mine own
2 trade; i.e. a workman.