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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 Think of this life ; but for my single self I bad as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. I was born free as Cæsar, so were you; We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he: For once, upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tyber chafing with her shores, Cæsar said to me, “ Darst thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, , And swim to yonder point?”—Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside, And stemming it, with hearts of controversy; But ere we could arrive the point propos’d, Cæsar cried, “ Help me, Cassius, or I sink.” I, as Æneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tyber Did I the tired Cæsar. And this man Is now become a god; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him.
He had a fever when he was in Spain,
[Shout. Flourish. Bru.
Another general shout!
Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world,
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 Cæsar: what should be in that Cæsar? 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 Cæsar. 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 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,
Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
I am glad, that my weak words Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus. Bru. The games are done, and Cæsar is returning.
Re-enter CÆSAR, and his Train.
Bru. I will do so.—But, look you, Cassius;
Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is.
Cæs. Let me have men about me that are fat;
Ant. Fear him not, Cæsar, he's not dangerous :
Cæs. 'Would he were fatter; but I fear him not:
[Exeunt CÆSAR and his Train. CASCA stays behind. Casca. You pulld me by the cloak : would you speak with me?
Bru. Ay, Casca ; tell us what hath chanc'd to-day, That Cæsar looks so sad.
Casca. Why you were with him, were you not ?
Casca. Why, there was a crown offered him; and, being offered 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. 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?
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 chapped hands, and threw up their sweaty night-caps, and uttered such a deal of stinking breath, because Cæsar refused the crown, that it had almost choked Cæsar; 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 Cæsar swoon?
Casca. He fell down in the market-place, and foamed at mouth, and was speechless.
Bru. 'Tis very like he hath the falling-sickness.
Cas. No, Cæsar hath it not; but you, and I, And honest Casca, we bave the falling-sickness.
Casca. I know not what you mean by that; but, I am sure, Cæsar fell down. If the tag-rag people did
. If the tag-rag people-] The expression “ tag and rag” is old in our poetry: thus in “The worthie Historie of the most valiant knight, Plasidas,” by John Partridge, 8vo, 1566,
“ To walles they goe, both tagge and ragge,
Their citie to defende,” &c.---Sign. C. 7.