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Cassius:
As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve,
And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you
What hath proceeded worthy note today.
Brutus:
I will do so. But, look you, Cassius,
The angry spot doth glow on Caesar’s brow,
And all the rest look like a chidden train:
Calphurnia’s cheek is pale; and Cicero
Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes
As we have seen him in the Capitol,
Being cross’d in conference by some senators.
Cassius:
Casca will tell us what the matter is.
Caesar:
Antonius.
Antony:
Caesar?
Caesar:
Let me have men about me that are fat,
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep a-nights:
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
Antony:
Fear him not, Caesar; he’s not dangerous;
He is a noble Roman and well given.
Caesar:
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 spare 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 anything.
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 Caesar.
Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
And tell me truly what thou think’st of him.
(Exeunt Caesar and his Train. Casca stays.)
Casca:
You pull’d me by the cloak; would you speak with me?
Brutus:
Ay, Casca, tell us what hath chanc’d today,
That Caesar looks so sad.
Casca:
Why, you were with him, were you not?
Brutus:
I should not then ask Casca what had chanc’d.
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.
Brutus:
What was the second noise for?
Casca:
Why, for that too.
Cassius:
They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?
Casca:
Why, for that too.