Like a Coloffus, and we petty Men
Walk under his huge Legs, and peep about
To find our felves dishonourable Graves.
Men at fome times are Masters of their Fates :
The Fault, dear Bruins, is not in our Stars,
But in our felves, that we are Underlings.
Brutus and Cafar, What should be in Cæfar?
Why should that name be founded more than yours?
Write them together; yours is as fair a Name;
Sound them, it doth become the Mouth'as well,
Weigh them, ir is as heavy; Conjure with 'em,
Brutus will start a Spirit as soon as Casar.
Now in the Names of all the Gods at once,
Upon what Meat doth this our Cæfar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art (ham'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 Walls incompaft but one Man?
Now is it Rome indeed, and Room enough'
When there is in it but one only Man.
O! you and I have heard our Fathers say,
There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd
Th'eternal Devil to keep his State in Rome,
As easily as a King.

Bru. "That you do love me, I am nothing jealous ;
What would you 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 lo (with Love I might intreat 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
But meet to hear, and answer such highThings.
'Till then, my noble Friend, chew upon this;
Brutus had rather be a Villager,
Than to repute himself a Son of Rome
Under such hard Conditions, as this Time
Is like to lay upon uso

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Caf. I am glad that my weak Words
Have struck buc thus much shew of Fire from Brutas.

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,
And he will, after his lowre Fashion, tell you
What hath proceeded worthy Note to day.

Bru. I will do so: But look you, Cassins,
The angry spot doth blow on Cafar'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 crost in Conference with some Senators..

Caf. Caska will tell us what the Macter is.
Caf. Antonio.
Ant. Cæfar.

Caf. Lit me bave Men about me that are Fat,
Sleek-headed Men, and such as fleep a-Nights:
Yond Caffius bas a lean and hungry Look,
He thinks too much; such Men are dangerous.

Ant. Fear him. nor, Cæfar, he's 'not dangerous,
He is a noble Roman, and well given.

Caf. Would he were fatter; but I frar 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 dort, Antony; he hears no Mufick:
Seldom he smiles, and (miles in such a fort,
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 Hearts ease,
Whilst 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 Cæfar.

Come

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. 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. Why, for thit too.
Cas. They Mouted thrice; what was the last Cry for?
Cask. Why, for that too.
Bru. Was the Crown offer'd him thrice?

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. Why, Antony.
Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Caska.

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.
Cask. Ay.
Caf. Did Cicero say any thing?
Cask. Ay, he spoke Greek.
Caf. To what eff:
Cask. Nay, and I tell you that, I'll ne'er look

you

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
yet, if I could remember it.

Caf. Will you fup with me to Night, Caska ?
Cask. No, I am premis d furth.
Caf. Will you dine with me to Morrow?

Cask. Ay, if I be alive, and your Mind hold, and your
Dinner be worth the eating.
Caf. Good, I will expe&t you.

Cask.

,

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
Of any bold or noble Enterprize,
However he puts on this tardy Form:
This Rudeness is a Sawce to his good Wit,
Which gives Men stomach to digelt his Words
With better Apperites.

Brn. And so it is : For this time I will leave you.
To morrow, 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.
Caf. I will do so: 'till then, think of the World.

[Exit Brutus.
Well Brutus, thou art Noble: Yet I see
Thy honourable Mettle may be wrought
From that it is dispos'd, therefore 'tis meet
That noble Minds keep ever with their likes:
For who fo firm, that cannot be seduc'd
Cæfar doth bear me hard, but he loves Brutus.
If I were Brutus now, and he were Caffius,
He should not humour me. I will this Night,
In several Hands, in at his Windows throw,
As if they came from several Citizens,
Writings, all tending to the great Opinion
That Rome holds of his Name: Wherein obscurely
Cafar's ambition shall be glanced at.
And afcer this, let Caefar feat him sure,
For we will fhake him, or worse days endure. [Exit.
Thunder and Lightning. Enter Caska with his Sword drawn,

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:

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