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an I tell you that, Ill ne’er look you i’ the

      face again: but those that understood him smiled 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 to-night, Casca?

      CASCA

      No, I am promised forth.

      CASSIUS

      Will you dine with me to-morrow?

      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

      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:

      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.

      CASSIUS

      I will do so: till then, think of the world.

      Exit BRUTUS

      Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see,

      Thy honourable metal may be wrought

      From that it is disposed: therefore it is meet

      That noble minds keep ever with their likes;

      For who so firm that cannot be seduced?

      Caesar doth bear me hard; but he loves Brutus:

      If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius,

      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

      Caesar’s ambition shall be glanced at:

      And after this let Caesar seat him sure;

      For we will shake him, or worse days endure.

      Exit

      Scene III

      The same. A street.

      Thunder and lightning. Enter from opposite sides, CASCA, with his sword drawn, and CICERO

      CICERO

      Good even, Casca: brought you Caesar home?

      Why are you breathless? and why stare you so?

      CASCA

      Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth

      Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,

      I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds

      Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen

      The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam,

      To be exalted with the threatening clouds:

      But never till to-night, never till now,

      Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.

      Either there is a civil strife in heaven,

      Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,

      Incenses them to send destruction.

      CICERO

      Why, saw you any thing more wonderful?

      CASCA

      A common slave-you know him well by sight-

      Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn

      Like twenty torches join’d, and yet his hand,

      Not sensible of fire, remain’d unscorch’d.

      Besides-I ha’ not since put up my sword-

      Against the Capitol I met a lion,

      Who glared upon me, and went surly by,

      Without annoying me: and there were drawn

      Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women,

      Transformed with their fear; who swore they saw

      Men all in fire walk up and down the streets.

      And yesterday the bird of night did sit

      Even at noon-day upon the market-place,

      Hooting and shrieking. When these prodigies

      Do so conjointly meet, let not men say

      ’These are their reasons; they are natural;’

      For, I believe, they are portentous things

      Unto

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