{"product_id":"julius-caesar-shakespeare-signet-classic","title":"Julius Caesar (Shakespeare, Signet Classic)","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eBook info:\u003c\/strong\u003e Julius Caesar (Shakespeare, Signet Classic) (Mass Market Paperback, 304 pages) – Signet, 1998. Language: English.\u003c\/p\u003e\n The Signet Classics edition of Shakespeare's timeless tragedy of conspiracy and betrayal.In the first of his Roman history plays, the Bard tells the story of the murder of emperor Julius Caesar and the gruesome aftermath as ancient Rome descends into a violent mob.This title in the Signet Classics Shakespeare series includes:• An overview of Shakespeare's life, world, and theater• A special introduction to the play by the editors, William and Barbara Rosen• Selections from Plutarch's Lives of Noble Grecians and Romans, the source from which Shakespeare derived Julius Caesar• Dramatic criticism from Roy Walker, Maynard Mack, Richard David, and others• A comprehensive stage and screen history of notable actors, directors, and productions of Julius Caesar• Text, notes, and commentaries printed in the clearest, most readable format• Recommended readings  \n        Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.   Act 1 Scene 1 running scene 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Flavius, Murellus and certain Commoners over the stage\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFLAVIUS Hence! Home, you idle creatures, get you home:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIs this a holiday? What, know you not,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBeing mechanical, you ought not walk\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUpon a labouring day, without the sign\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOf your profession?- Speak, what trade art thou?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCARPENTER Why, sir, a carpenter.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMURELLUS Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat dost thou with thy best apparel on?-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou, sir, what trade are you?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOBBLER Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but as you would say, a cobbler.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMURELLUS But what trade art thou? Answer me directly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOBBLER A trade, sir, that I hope, I may use with a safe conscience, which is indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFLAVIUS What trade, thou knave? Thou naughty knave, what trade?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOBBLER Nay I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet if you be out, sir, I can mend you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMURELLUS What mean'st thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy fellow?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOBBLER Why sir, cobble you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFLAVIUS Thou art a cobbler, art thou?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOBBLER Truly sir, all that I live by is with the awl. I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's matters; but withal I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes: when they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather have gone upon my handiwork.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFLAVIUS But wherefore art not in thy shop today?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhy dost thou lead these men about the streets?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOBBLER Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work. But indeed, sir, we make holiday to see Caesar and to rejoice in his triumph.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMURELLUS Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat tributaries follow him to Rome\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eO you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKnew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHave you climbed up to walls and battlements,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo towers and windows? Yea, to chimney-tops,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYour infants in your arms, and there have sat\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe livelong day, with patient expectation,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd when you saw his chariot but appear,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHave you not made an universal shout,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat Tiber trembled underneath her banks\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo hear the replication of your sounds\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMade in her concave shores?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd do you now put on your best attire?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd do you now cull out a holiday?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd do you now strew flowers in his way\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat comes in triumph over Pompey's blood?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBe gone!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRun to your houses, fall upon your knees,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePray to the gods to intermit the plague\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat needs must light on this ingratitude.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFLAVIUS Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAssemble all the poor men of your sort;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDraw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eInto the channel till the lowest stream\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDo kiss the most exalted shores of all.-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExeunt all the Commoners\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSee where their basest mettle be not moved:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGo you down that way towards the Capitol,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis way will I: disrobe the images\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf you do find them decked with ceremonies.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMURELLUS May we do so?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou know it is the feast of Lupercal.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFLAVIUS It is no matter. Let no images\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBe hung with Caesar's trophies. I'll about\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd drive away the vulgar from the streets;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo do you too, where you perceive them thick.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThese growing feathers plucked from Caesar's wing\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWill make him fly an ordinary pitch,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWho else would soar above the view of men,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd keep us all in servile fearfulness. Exeunt\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e[Act 1 Scene 2] running scene 1 continues\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Caesar, Antony for the course, Calpurnia, Portia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, Casca, a Soothsayer, after them Murellus and Flavius\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAESAR Calpurnia.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCASCA Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAESAR Calpurnia.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCALPURNIA Here, my lord.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAESAR Stand you directly in Antonio's way\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen he doth run his course. Antonio!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANTONY Caesar, my lord.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAESAR Forget not in your speed, Antonio,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo touch Calpurnia, for our elders say,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe barren touchèd in this holy chase\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShake off their sterile curse.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANTONY I shall remember.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen Caesar says 'Do this' it is performed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAESAR Set on, and leave no ceremony out. Music\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSOOTHSAYER Caesar!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAESAR Ha? Who calls?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCASCA Bid every noise be still: peace yet again! Music stops\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAESAR Who is it in the press that calls on me?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI hear a tongue shriller than all the music,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCry 'Caesar!' Speak, Caesar is turned to hear.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSOOTHSAYER Beware the Ides of March.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAESAR What man is that?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBRUTUS A soothsayer bids you beware the Ides of March.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAESAR Set him before me: let me see his face.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCASSIUS Fellow, come from the throng: look upon Caesar. Soothsayer comes forward\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAESAR What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSOOTHSAYER Beware the Ides of March.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAESAR He is a dreamer. Let us leave him: pass.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSennet. Exeunt. Brutus and Cassius remain\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCASSIUS Will you go see the order of the course?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBRUTUS Not I.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCASSIUS I pray you do.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBRUTUS I am not gamesome: I do lack some part\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOf that quick spirit that is in Antony.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLet me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI'll leave you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCASSIUS Brutus, I do observe you now of late:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI have not from your eyes that gentleness\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd show of love as I was wont to have:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou bear too stubborn and too strange a hand\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOver your friend, that loves you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBRUTUS Cassius,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBe not deceived: if I have veiled my look,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI turn the trouble of my countenance\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMerely upon myself. Vexed I am\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOf late with passions of some difference,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eConceptions only proper to myself\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhich give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut let not therefore my good friends be grieved -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAmong which number, Cassius, be you one -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNor construe any further my neglect\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThan that poor Brutus, with himself at war,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eForgets the shows of love to other men.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCASSIUS Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBy means whereof this breast of mine hath buried\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBRUTUS No, Cassius, for the eye sees not itself\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut by reflection, by some other things.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCASSIUS 'Tis just,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd it is very much lamented, Brutus,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat you have no such mirrors as will turn\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYour hidden worthiness into your eye,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat you might see your shadow: I have heard,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhere many of the best respect in Rome -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExcept immortal Caesar - speaking of Brutus,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd groaning underneath this age's yoke,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHave wished that noble Brutus had his eyes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBRUTUS Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat you would have me seek into myself\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor that which is not in me?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCASSIUS Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd since you know you cannot see yourself\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo well as by reflection, I your glass\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWill modestly discover to yourself\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat of yourself which you yet know not of.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWere I a common laughter, or did use\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo stale with ordinary oaths my love\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo every new protester, if you know\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat I do fawn on men, and hug them hard,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd after scandal them, or if you know\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat I profess myself in banqueting\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo all the rout, then hold me dangerous.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFlourish, and shout\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBRUTUS What means this shouting? I do fear the people\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eChoose Caesar for their king.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCASSIUS Ay, do you fear it?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen must I think you would not have it so.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBRUTUS I would not, Cassius, yet I love him well.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut wherefore do you hold me here so long?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat is it that you would impart to me?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf it be aught toward the general good,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSet honour in one eye, and death i'th'other,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd I will look on both indifferently.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor let the gods so speed me, as I love\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe name of honour more than I fear death.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCASSIUS I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs well as I do know your outward favour.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWell, honour is the subject of my story:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI cannot tell what you and other men\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThink of this life, but for my single self,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI had as lief not be as live to be\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn awe of such a thing as I myself.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI was born free as Caesar, so were you:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe both have fed as well, and we can both\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEndure the winter's cold as well as he,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor once, upon a raw and gusty day,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe troubled Tiber chafing with her shores,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCaesar said to me, 'Dar'st thou, Cassius, now\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLeap in with me into this angry flood\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd swim to yonder point?' Upon the word,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAccoutrèd as I was, I plungèd in\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd bade him follow: so indeed he did.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe torrent roared, and we did buffet it\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith lusty sinews, throwing it aside,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd stemming it with hearts of controversy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut ere we could arrive the point proposed,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCaesar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!'\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI - as Aeneas, our great ancestor,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDid from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe old Anchises bear - so from the waves of Tiber\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDid I the tired Caesar: and this man\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIs now become a god, and Cassius is\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA wretched creature, and must bend his body\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf Caesar carelessly but nod on him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe had a fever when he was in Spain,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd when the fit was on him I did mark\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHis coward lips did from their colour fly,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDid lose his lustre: I did hear him groan:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAy, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMark him, and write his speeches in their books,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e'Alas', it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius',\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA man of such a feeble temper should\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo get the start of the majestic world\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd bear the palm alone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShout. Flourish\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBRUTUS Another general shout?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI do believe that these applauses are\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor some new honours that are heaped on Caesar.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCASSIUS Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLike a Colossus, and we petty men\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWalk under his huge legs and peep about\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo find ourselves dishonourable graves.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMen at some time are masters of their fates.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut in ourselves, that we are underlings.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBrutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Caesar'?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhy should that name be sounded more than yours?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWrite them together, yours is as fair a name:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSound them, it doth become the mouth as well:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWeigh them, it is as heavy: conjure with 'em,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBrutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNow in the names of all the gods at once,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUpon what meat doth this our Caesar feed\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat he is grown so great? - Age, thou art shamed! -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen went there by an age, since the great flood,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut it was famed with more than with one man?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen could they say, till now, that talked of Rome,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat her wide walks encompassed but one man?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNow is it Rome indeed, and room enough\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen there is in it but one only man.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eO, you and I have heard our fathers say\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was a Brutus once that would have brooked\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTh'eternal devil to keep his state in Rome\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs easily as a king.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBRUTUS That you do love me, I am nothing jealous:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat you would work me to, I have some aim:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow I have thought of this and of these times\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI shall recount hereafter. For this present,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI would not - so with love I might entreat you -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBe any further moved. What you have said\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI will consider, what you have to say\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI will with patience hear, and find a time\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBoth meet to hear and answer such high things.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTill then, my noble friend, chew upon this:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBrutus had rather be a villager\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThan to repute himself a son of Rome\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUnder these hard conditions as this time\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIs like to lay upon us.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCASSIUS I am glad that my weak words\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHave struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Caesar and his train\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBRUTUS The games are done, and Caesar is returning.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCASSIUS As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd he will, after his sour fashion, tell you\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat hath proceeded worthy note today.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBRUTUS I will do so: but look you, Cassius,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd all the rest look like a chidden train:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCalpurnia's cheek is pale, and Cicero\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLooks with such ferret and such fiery eyes\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs we have seen him in the Capitol\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBeing crossed in conference by some senators.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCASSIUS Casca will tell us what the matter is.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAESAR Antonio.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANTONY Caesar?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAESAR Let me have men about me that are fat,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSleek-headed men, and such as sleep a-nights.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYond Cassius has a lean and hungry look:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe thinks too much: such men are dangerous.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANTONY Fear him not, Caesar, he's not dangerous.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe is a noble Roman, and well given.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAESAR Would he were fatter! But I fear him not:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYet if my name were liable to fear,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI do not know the man I should avoid\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe is a great observer, and he looks\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQuite through the deeds of men. He loves no plays,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs thou dost, Antony: he hears no music:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSeldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat could be moved to smile at anything.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSuch men as he be never at heart's ease\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhiles they behold a greater than themselves,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd therefore are they very dangerous.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI rather tell thee what is to be feared\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThan what I fear, for always I am Caesar.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCome on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd tell me truly what thou think'st of him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSennet. Exeunt Caesar and his train\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCASCA You pulled me by the cloak: would you speak\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ewith me?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBRUTUS Ay, Casca, tell us what hath chanced today\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethat Caesar looks so sad.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCASCA Why, you were with him, were you not?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBRUTUS I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCASCA Why, there was a crown offered him; and being offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand, thus, and then the people fell a-shouting.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBRUTUS What was the second noise for?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCASCA Why, for that too.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCASSIUS They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCASCA Why, for that too.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBRUTUS Was the crown offered him thrice?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCASCA Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler than other; and at every putting-by, mine honest neighbours shouted.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCASSIUS Who offered him the crown?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCASCA Why, Antony.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBRUTUS Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.      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