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I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
I was born free as Cesar; so were you:
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
Did I the tired Cesar: And this man
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
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:
I do believe, that these applauses are
Like a Colossus; and we petty men
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 them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cesar.
Now in the names of all the gods at once,
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
That her wide walks encompass'd but one
I shall recount hereafter; for this present,
Till then, my noble friend, chew‡ upon this;
Cas. I am glad, that my weak words
Re-enter CESAR, and his Train.
Bru. The games are done, and Cesar is returning.
Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca, by the sleeve;
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 Cesar's brow, And all the rest look like a chidden train: Calphurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero Looks with such ferrets 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. Ces. Antonius.
Ces. Let me have men about me that are fat;
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o'nights:
Yet if my name were liable to fear,
As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music:
Bru. Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanc'd
That Cesar looks so sad.
Casca. Why you were with him, were you
Bru. I should not then ask Casca what hath
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?
Cas. Did Cicero say any thing?
look you i'the face again: But those, that unCasca. Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er derstood him, smiled 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 Cesar's images, are put to silence. Fare you remember it.
Cas. They shouted thrice; What was the well. There was more foolery yet, if I could
last cry for?
Casca. Why, for that too.
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.
Cas. Who offered him the crown?
Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca. Casca. I can as well be hanged, 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 offered it to him again; then he put it by again: but, to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his fingers off it. And then he offered it the third time; he put it the third time by: and still as he refused it, the rabblement hooted, and clapped their chopped hands, and threw up their sweaty night-caps, and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because Cesar refused the crown, that it had almost choked Cesar; for he swooned, 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
Casca. He fell down in the market-place,
Cas. No, Cesar hath it not; but you, and I, And honest Casca, we have the falling-sick
Casca. I know nor what you mean by that; but, I am sure, Cesar fell down. If the tagrag people did not clap him, and hiss him, according as he pleased, and displeased them, as they use 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 plucked me ope his doublet, and offered 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 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 Cesar had stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less. Bru. And after that, he came, thus sad, away?
† A mechanic.
Cas. Will you sup with me to-night, Casca?
Cas. Will you dine with me to-morrow?
and your dinner worth eating.
Bru. What a blunt fellow is this grown to
Bru. And so it is. For this time I will leave
To-morrow if you please to speak with me,
He should not humourt me. I will this night,
SCENE III.-The same.-A Street.
Thunder and Lightning, Enter, from opposite sides, CASCA, with his sword drawn, and CICERO.
Cic. Good even, Casca: Brought you Cesar
Why are you breathless? and why stare you so?
Shakes, like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,
* Disposed to. Has an unfavourable opinion of me.
Or else the world, oo saucy with the gods, Incenses them to send destruction.
Cic. Why, saw you any thing more wonderful?
Casca. A common slave (you know him well by sight,) [burn Held up his left hand, which did flame, and Like twenty torches join'd; and yet his hand, Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd. Besides, (I have not since put up my sword,) Against the Capitol I met à lion,
Who glar'd upon me, and went surly by, Without annoying me: And there were drawn Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women, Transformed with their fear; who swore they
Men, all in fire, walk up and down the streets.
Cic. Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time: But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things them
The breast of heaven, I did present myself
Casca. But wherefore did you so much tempt
It is the part of men to fear and tremble, When the most mighty gods, by tokens, send Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.
Cas. You are dull, Casca; and those sparks
That should be in a Roman, you do want,
Why birds, and beasts, from quality and kind;
Their natures and pre-formed faculties,
To monstrous quality; why, you shall find,
Cas. Let it be who it is: for Romans now Have thewest and limbs like to their ancestors; But, woe the while! our fathers' minds are dead,
And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits; Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish.
Casca. Indeed, they say, the senators to-mor Mean to establish Cesar as a king: [row And he shall wear his crown by sea, and land, In every place, save here in Italy.
Cas. I know where I will wear this dagger
Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius: Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong;
Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat:
Casca. So can I:
Before a willing bondman; then I know My answer must be made: But I am arm'd, And dangers are to me indifferent.
Casca. You speak to Casca; and to such a
That is no fleering tell-tale. Holds my hand:
Cas. There's a bargain made.
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Is Decius Brutus, and Trebonius, there?
And that, which would appear offence in us,
Cas. Him, and his worth, and our great need
You have right well conceited. Let us go,
Remorse from power: And, to speak truth of
Will bear no colour for the thing he is,
And kill him in the shell.
Searching the window for a flint, I found
Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March?
Bru. Look in the calendar, and bring me
word. Luc. I will, Sir.
Such instigations have been often dropp'd
My ancestors did from the streets of Rome
If the redress will follow, thou receivest
Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.
Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
The nature of an insurrection.
Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, Who doth desire to see you.
Bru. Is he alone?
Luc. No, Sir, there are more with him.
Luc. No, Sir; their hats are pluck'd about
And half their faces buried in their cloaks,
Enter CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS, CINNA, METELLUS CIMBER, and TREBONIUS.
Cas. I think we are too bold upon your rest: Good morrow, Brutus; Do we trouble you? Bru. I have been up this hour; awake, all night.
Know I these men, that come along with you? Cas. Yes, every man of them; and no man here,
But honours you: and every one doth wish, You had but that opinion of yourself, Which every noble Roman bears of you. This is Trebonius.
Bru. He is welcome hither.
Cas. This Decius Brutus.
Bru. He is welcome too.
Cus. This, Casca; this, Cinna; And this, Metellus Cimber.
Bru. They are all welcome.
What watchful cares do interpose themselves Betwixt your eyes and night?
Cas. Shall I entreat a word? [They whisper. Dec. Here lies the east: Doth not the day
Swear priests, and cowards, and men cautelous,*
Old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear Such creatures as men doubt: but do not stain The even virtue of our enterprise,
Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits, To think, that, or our cause, or our performance,
Did need an oath; when every drop of blood,
If he do break the smallest particle
I think, he will stand very strong with us.
Cin. No, by no means.
Met. O let us have him; for his silver hairs Will purchase us a good opinion,† It shall be said, his judgement rul'd our hands; And buy men's voices to commend our deeds: Our youths, and wildness, shall no whit ap But all be buried in his gravity. [pear,
Bru. O, name him not; let us not break‡ with him;
For he will never follow any thing
Cas. Then leave him out.
Casca. Indeed, he is not fit.
Dec. Shall no inan else be touch'd but only
Cas. Decius, well urg'd:-I think it is not
Mark Antony, so well belov'd of Cesar,
Bru. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius
To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs;
Let us be sacrificers, but no butchers, Caius.
Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds:
And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,
Our purpose necessary, and not envious:
Cas. Yet I do fear him:
For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cesar,-
And that were much he should; for he is given