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Like a Coloffus, and we petty Men
Bru. "That you do love me, I am nothing jealous ;
Caf. I am glad that my weak Words
Enter Cæfar and his Traia.
Bru. The Gam:s are done, and Cafar is recurring.
Caf. As they pass by, pluck Caska by the Sleeve,
Bru. I will do so: But look you, Cassins,
Caf. Caska will tell us what the Macter is.
Caf. Lit me bave Men about me that are Fat,
Ant. Fear him. nor, Cæfar, he's 'not dangerous,
Caf. Would he were fatter; but I frar him not;
Come on my right Hand, for this Ear is deaf,
[Exeunt Cæsar and his Train. Cask. You pulld me by the Cloak, would you speak with me ?
Bru. Ay Caska, tell us what hath chanc'd to Day, That Cæsar looks so sad.
Cask. Why you were with him, were you not? Bru. I mould not then ask Caska what had chanc'd. Cask. Why, there was a Crown offers him; and being cffer'd him, he put it by with the back of his Hand, thus, and then the People fell a Shouting.
Bru. What was the ficond Noise for?
Cask. Ay marry was't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler than o:her; and at every putting by, mine honest Neighbours (houted.
Caf. Who offer'd him the Crowo ?
Cask. I can as well be hang'd as tell the manner of it : It was meer Foolery, I did not mark it. I saw Mark Antony offer him a Crown, yet 'twas not a Crown neither, it was 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 loth 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 refus'd it, the Rabblement houted, and Clapp'd their chopt Hands, and threw up their sweaty Night-Caps, and uttered such a deal of stinking Breath, because Cafar refused the Crown, that it had almost choaked Cæfur; for he swooned, 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 fofc I pray you; what, did Cæfar swoon?
Cask. He fell down in the Market place, and foam'd at Mouth, and was speechless.
Bru, 'Tis very like, he hath the Falling-Sickness.
Cafe No, Cæfar hath ic not; but you, and I, And ho. oft Caska; we have the Falling-Sickness.
Cask. I know not what you mean by that; but I am sure Cafar fell down; if the tag.rag People did not clap him, and hiss him, according as he pleas'd, and displeas'd them, as they use to do the Players in the Theatre, I am no true Man,
Bru. What said he, when he came unto himself?
Cask. Marry, before he fell down, when he perceiv'd the common Herd was glad h: refus'd the Crown, he pluckt me ope his Douslet, and off r'd them his Throat to cut; and I had been a Man of a y 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 laid, If he had done, or faid any thing amiss, he defir'd their Worships to think it was his Infirmicy: Three or four Wenches where I stood, cryed, Alas, good Soul and förgave him with all their Hearts: But there's no heed to be taken of them ; if Cæfar had Atabb’d their Mothers, they would have done no lels.
Bru. And after that, he case, thus sad, away.
i'ch' Face again. But those that understood him, smild at one another, and shook their Heads; but for mine own part it was Greek to me. I could tell you more News too: Murellus and Flavius, for pulling Scarffs off Cæsar's Images, are
out to Silence. Fare you well. There was more Foo
Caf. Will you fup with me to Night, Caska ?
Cask. Ay, if I be alive, and your Mind hold, and your
Cask. Do fo: Farewel both.
[Exit. Bru. What a blunt Fellow is this grown to be? He was quick Metele, when he went to School.
Caf. So is he now, in Execution
Brn. And so it is : For this time I will leave you.
and Cicero. Cic. Good Even, Caska; brought you Gefar home? Why are you breathless, and why ftare you fo?
Cask. Are not you mov'd, when all the sway of Earth Shakes, like a thing unfirm? O Cicero! I have seen Tempests, when the scolding Winds Have riv'd the knotty Oaks, and I have seen Th'ambitious Ocean (well, and rage, and foam, To be exalted with the threatning Clouds: