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That you would have me seek into myself
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear :
[Flourish, and Shout. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the
people Choose Cæsar for their king.
Cas. Ay, do you fear it? Then must I think
would not have it so. Bru. I would not, Cassius ; yet I love him well :But wherefore do you hold me here so long? What is it that you would impart to me? If it be aught toward the general good, Set honour in one eye, and death i'the other, And I will look on both indifferently: For, let the gods so speed me, as I love The name of honour more than I fear death.
Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, As well as I do know your outward favour. Well, honour is the subject of my story.
I cannot tell, what you and other men
Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans
Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fatcs: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus, and Cæsar : What should be in that Casar? 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 Cæsar. [Shout. Now in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar 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 food, 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.
and I have heard our fathers say,
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 mov'd. 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.
Cas. I am glad, that my weak words Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.
Re-enter CÆSAR, and his Train. Bru. The games are done, and Cæsar is returning.
Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve;
Bru. I will do so :-But, look you, Cassius,
As we have seen him in the Capitol,
Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is.
Cas. Let me have men about me that are fat;
Ant. Fear him not, Cæsar, he's not dangerous;
Cas. 'Would he were fatter:-But I fear him not: Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that
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 music: 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, Whiles 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 Cæsar. Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, And tell me truly what thou think’st of him.
[Exeunt Cæsar and his Train. Casca stays
behind. Casca. You pulld me by the cloak; Would you speak with me!