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Casca:
Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived the common herd was glad he refused the crown, he pluck’d me ope his doublet, and offer’d them his throat to cut. And 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 anything amiss, he desir’d 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 Caesar had stabb’d their mothers, they would have done no less.
Brutus:
And, after that, he came thus sad away?
Casca:
Ay.
Cassius:
Did Cicero say anything?
Casca:
Ay, he spoke Greek.
Cassius:
To what effect?
Casca:
Nay, and I tell you that, I’ll ne’er look you i’ the face again. But those that understood him smil’d 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 Caesar’s images, are put to silence. Fare you well. There was more foolery yet, if I could remember it.
Cassius:
Will you sup with me tonight, Casca?
Casca:
No, I am promis’d forth.
Cassius:
Will you dine with me tomorrow?
Casca:
Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and your dinner worth the eating.
Cassius:
Good. I will expect you.
Casca:
Do so; farewell both.
(Exit Casca.)
Brutus:
What a blunt fellow is this grown to be!
He was quick mettle when he went to school.
Cassius:
So is he now in execution
Of any bold or noble enterprise,
However he puts on this tardy form.
This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,
Which gives men stomach to digest his words
With better appetite.
Brutus:
And so it is. For this time I will leave you:
Tomorrow, if you please to speak with me,
I will come home to you; or, if you will,
Come home to me, and I will wait for you.
Cassius:
I will do so: till then, think of the world.
(Exit Brutus.)