355Cassi. But soft I pray you: what, did Caesar swound?

356Cask. He fell downe in the Market-place, and foam'd

357at mouth, and was speechlesse.

358Brut. 'Tis very like he hath the Falling sicknesse.

359Cassi. No, Caesar hath it not: but you, and I,

360And honest Caska, we haue the Falling sicknesse.

361Cask. I know not what you meane by that, but I am

362sure Caesar fell downe. If the tag-ragge people did not

363clap him, and hisse him, according as he pleas'd, and dis-

364pleas'd them, as they vse to doe the Players in the Thea-

365tre, I am no true man.

366Brut. What said he, when he came vnto himselfe?

367Cask. Marry, before he fell downe, when he perceiu'd

368the common Heard was glad he refus'd the Crowne, he

369pluckt me ope his Doublet, and offer'd them his Throat

370to cut: and I had beene a man of any Occupation, if I

371would not haue taken him at a word, I would I might

372goe to Hell among the Rogues, and so hee fell. When

373he came to himselfe againe, hee said, If hee had done, or

374said any thing amisse, he desir'd their Worships to thinke

375it was his infirmitie. Three or foure Wenches where I

376stood, cryed, Alasse good Soule, and forgaue him with

377all their hearts: But there's no heed to be taken of them;

378if Caesar had stab'd their Mothers, they would haue done

379no lesse.

380Brut. And after that, he came thus sad away.

381Cask. I.

382Cassi. Did Cicero say any thing?

383Cask. I, he spoke Greeke.

384Cassi. To what effect?

385Cask. Nay, and I tell you that, Ile ne're looke you

386i'th'face againe. But those that vnderstood him, smil'd

387at one another, and shooke their heads: but for mine

388owne part, it was Greeke to me. I could tell you more

389newes too: Murrellus and Flauius, for pulling Scarffes

390off Caesars Images, are put to silence. Fare you well.

391There was more Foolerie yet, if I could remem-

392ber it.

393Cassi. Will you suppe with me to Night, Caska?

394Cask. No, I am promis'd forth.

395Cassi. Will you Dine with me to morrow?

396Cask. I, if I be aliue, and your minde hold, and your

397Dinner worth the eating.

398Cassi. Good, I will expect you.

399Cask. Doe so: farewell both. Exit.

400Brut. What a blunt fellow is this growne to be?

401He was quick Mettle, when he went to Schoole.

402Cassi. So is he now, in execution

403Of any bold, or Noble Enterprize,

404How-euer he puts on this tardie forme:

405This Rudenesse is a Sawce to his good Wit,

406Which giues men stomacke to disgest his words

407With better Appetite.

408Brut. And so it is:

409For this time I will leaue you:

410To morrow, if you please to speake with me,

411I will come home to you: or if you will,

412Come home to me, and I will wait for you.

413Cassi. I will doe so: till then, thinke of the World.

415Well Brutus, thou art Noble: yet I see,

416Thy Honorable Mettle may be wrought

417From that it is dispos'd: therefore it is meet,

418That Noble mindes keepe euer with their likes:

419For who so firme, that cannot be seduc'd?

420Caesar doth beare me hard, but he loues Brutus.

421If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius,

422He should not humor me. I will this Night,

423In seuerall Hands, in at his Windowes throw,

424As if they came from seuerall Citizens,

425Writings, all tending to the great opinion

426That Rome holds of his Name: wherein obscurely

427Caesars Ambition shall be glanced at.

428And after this, let Caesar seat him sure,

429For wee will shake him, or worse dayes endure.

433Cic. Good euen, Caska: brought you Caesar home?

434Why are you breathlesse, and why stare you so?

435Cask. Are not you mou'd, when all the sway of Earth

436Shakes, like a thing vnfirme? O Cicero,

437I haue seene Tempests, when the scolding Winds

438Haue riu'd the knottie Oakes, and I haue seene

439Th'ambitious Ocean swell, and rage, and foame,

440To be exalted with the threatning Clouds:

441But neuer till to Night, neuer till now,

442Did I goe through a Tempest-dropping-fire.

443Eyther there is a Ciuill strife in Heauen,

444Or else the World, too sawcie with the Gods,

445Incenses them to send destruction.

446Cic. Why, saw you any thing more wonderfull?

447Cask. A common slaue, you know him well by sight,

448Held vp his left Hand, which did flame and burne

449Like twentie Torches ioyn'd; and yet his Hand,

450Not sensible of fire, remain'd vnscorch'd.

451Besides, I ha'not since put vp my Sword,

452Against the Capitoll I met a Lyon,

453Who glaz'd vpon me, and went surly by,

454Without annoying me. And there were drawne

455Vpon a heape, a hundred gastly Women,

456Transformed with their feare, who swore, they saw

457Men, all in fire, walke vp and downe the streetes.

458And yesterday, the Bird of Night did sit,

459Euen at Noone-day, vpon the Market place,

460Howting, and shreeking. When these Prodigies

461Doe so conioyntly meet, let not men say,

462These are their Reasons, they are Naturall:

463For I beleeue, they are portentous things

464Vnto the Clymate, that they point vpon.

465Cic. Indeed, it is a strange disposed time:

466But men may construe things after their fashion,

467Cleane from the purpose of the things themselues.

468Comes Caesar to the Capitoll to morrow?

469Cask. He doth: for he did bid Antonio

470Send word to you, he would be there to morrow.

471Cic. Good-night then, Caska:

472This disturbed Skie is not to walke in.

473Cask. Farewell Cicero. Exit Cicero.

475Cassi. Who's there?

476Cask. A Romane.

477Cassi. Caska, by your Voyce.

478Cask. Your Eare is good.

479Cassius, what Night is this?

480Cassi. A very pleasing Night to honest men.

481Cask. Who euer knew the Heauens menace so?

482Cassi. Those that haue knowne the Earth so full of

483faults.