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He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And, when the fit was on him, I did mark
And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world.
Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans
Bru. Another general shout!
I do believe, that these applauses are
For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar.
Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates :
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus, and Cæsar : What should be in that Cæsar ?
 A plain man would have said the colour fled from his lips. But the false expression was for the sake of as false a piece of wit: a poor quibble, alluding to a Coward flying from his colours. WARBURTON.
 That is, temperament, constitution. STEEVENS.
 This image is extremely noble; it is taken from the Olympic games. The ma jestic world is a fine periphrasis for the Roman Empire; their citizens set themselves on a footing with kings, and they called their dominion Orbis Romanus. But the particular allusion seems to be to the known story of Casar's great pattern, Altxantér, who being asked, Whether he would run the course at the Olympic games, replied, Yes, if the racers were kings." WARBURTON.
Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough,
O! you and I have heard our fathers say,
'There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome, As easily as a king.
Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
I will with patience hear: and find a time
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Cas. I am glad, that my weak words
Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.
Re-enter CESAR, and his train.
Bru. The games are done, and Cæsar is returning. Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve; And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you
What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day.
Cas. Let me have men about me that are fat, Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o'nights : lean and hungry look ;
Yond' Cassius has a
He thinks too much
such men are dangerous.
He is a noble Roman, and well given.
 That is, Lucius Junius Brutus. [I]- A ferret has reùi eyes. JOHNSON
Cas. 'Would he were fatter:-But I fear 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 mach
Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays,
[Exe. CESAR and his Train. CASCA stays behind, Casca. You pull'd me by the cloak; Would you speak with me?
Bru. Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanc'd to-day, That Cæsar looks so sad?
Casca. Why you were with him, were you not? Bru. I should not then ask Casca what hath chanc'd. Casca. Why, there was a crown-offered him and be ing offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand, thus; and then the people fell a shouting.
Bru. What was the second noise for?
Casca. Why, for that too.
Cas. They shouted thrice; what was the last cry for? Casca. Why, for that too.
Bru. Was the crown offer'd him thrice?
Casca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler than other; and at every putting by, mine honest neighbours shouted.
Cas. Who offered him the crown?
Casca. Why, Antony.
Bru, Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.
Casca. I can as well be hanged, as tell the manner of it › it was mere foolery. I did not mark it. I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown ;-yet 'twas not a crown neither, 'twas one of these coronets ;-and, as I told you, he put it by once; but, for all that, to my thinking, he 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 loath to lay his fingers off it. And then he of fered it the third time; he put it the third time by and still as he refused it, the rabblement hooted, and clapped their chopped hands, and threw up their sweaty nightcaps, and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because Cæsar refused the crown, that it had almost choaked Cæsar; for he swooned, and fell down at it: And for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of opening my lips,
and receiving the bad air.
Cas. But, soft, I pray you: What? Did Cæsar swoon? Casca. He fell down in the market-place, and foamed at mouth, and was speechless.
Bru. 'Tis very like he hath the falling-sickness.
And honest Casca, we have the falling-sickness.
Casca. I know not what you mean by that; but, I am sure, Cæsar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not clap him, and hiss him, according as he pleased, and displeased 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?
Casca. Marry, before he fell down, when he perceiv'd the common herd was glad he refused the crown, he plucked me ope his doublet, and offered them his throat to cut. An 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, any thing amiss, he desired 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 Cæsar had stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less. Bru. And after that, he came, thus sad, away? Casca. Ay.
Cas. Did Cicero say any thing?
Casca. Ay, he spoke Greek.
Cas. To what effect?
Casca. Nay, an I tell you that, I'll 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.  Had I been a mechanic, one of the plebeians to whom he offered his throat. JOHNSON.
it was Greek to me. I could tell you more news too : Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs off Cæsar's images, are put to silence. Fare you well. There was more foolery yet, if I could remember it.
Cas. Will you sup with me to-night, Casca ?
Cas. Will you dine with me to-morrow? Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, dinner worth the eating.
Cas. Good; I will expect you.
Bru. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be?
He was quick mettle, when he went to school.
Of any bold or noble enterprize,
Bru. And so it is. For this time I will leave you
Cas. I will do so :-till then, think of the world.
Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see,
That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely
And, after this, let Cæsar seat him sure;
 The best metal or temper may be worked into qualities contrary to its original constitution.
 The meaning I think is this, "Cæsar loves Brutus, but if Brutus and I were to change places, his love should not humour me," should not take hold of my af fection, so as to make me forget my principles. JOHNSON.