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But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous ;
I will with patience hear; and find a time
Than to repute himfelf a fon of Rome
Under fuch hard conditions, as this time
Is like to lay upon us.
Caf. I am glad that my weak words
Haye ftruck but thus much fhew of fire from Brutus.
Enter Cæfar and his Train.
Bru. The Games are done, and Cafar 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,
Caf. Would he were fatter; but I fear him not
I do not know the man I should avoid,
[Exeunt Cæfax and his Train
Manent Brutus and Caffius: Cafca, to them.
Cafea. You pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak
Bru. Ay, Cafca, tell us what hath chanc'd to-day,. That Cafar looks fo fad.
Cafca. Why, you were with him, were you not? Bru. I fhould not then ask Cafca what had chanc'd. Cafea. 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 noise for?
Cafca. Why, for that too.
Caf. They fhouted thrice: what was the laft 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 mere foolery, I did not mark it. I faw Mark Antony offer him a crown ; yet 'twas not a crown neither, 'twas one of thefe 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 loath 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 hooted, and clapp'd their chopt hands, and threw up their fweaty night-caps, and utter'd fuch a deal of ftinking breath, because Cafar refus'd the crown, that it had almoft choaked Cajar; 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 Cafar fwoon?
Cafea. He fell down in the marklet-place, and foam'd at mouth, and was speechlefs.
Bru. 'Tis very like; he hath the falling fickness.
Cafca. I know not what you mean by that; but, I am fure, Cafar fell down: If the tag-rag people did not clap him, and hifs him, according as he pleas'd, and difpleas'd them, as they ufed to do the players in the Theatre, I am no true man.
Bru. What faid he, when he came unto himself?
Cafca. Marry, before he fell down, when he perceiv❜ā 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 to hell among the rogues; and fo he fell. When he came to himself again, he faid, "If he had done, or "faid any thing amifs, he defir'd their Worships to "think it was his infirmity." Three or four wenches where I ftood, cry'd, "alas, good foul!"—and forgave him with all their hearts: but there's no heed to be taken of them; if Cæfar had ftabb'd their mothers, they would have done no lefs."
Bru. And after that, he came, thus fad, away?
Caf. Did Cicero fay any thing?
Cafea. Ay, he fpoke Greek.
Caf. To what effect?
Cafca. Nay, an' I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you ith' face again. But thofe, that understood him, fmil'd at one another, and fhook their heads; but for mine own part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more news too: Marallus and Flavius, for pulling fcarfs off Cæfar's images, are put to filence. Fare you well. There was
more foolery yet, if I could remember it.
Caf. Will you dine with me to-morrow?
Cafea. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and your dinner be worth the eating.
Caf. Good, I will expect you.
Cafca. Do fo: farewel both.
Bru. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be?
Of any bold or noble enterprife,
Bru. And fo it is: for this time I will leave you,
Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I fee,
And, after this, let Cæsar seat him fure;
Thunder and lightning. Enter Cafca, his fword drawn ; and Cicero, meeting him.
Cic. Good even, Cafca; brought you Cæfar home? Why are you breathlefs, and why ftare you fo? Cafca. Are not you mov'd, when all the sway of earth Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero ;
I have feen tempefts, when the fcolding winds