The torrent roared, and we did buffet it Did from the flames of Troy upon his fhoulder Is now become a God; and Caffius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake: 'tis true, this God did shake; And that fame eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Bru. Another general shout! [Shout. Flourisha I do believe that thefe applaufes are For fome new honours that are heaped on Cæfar. Walk under his huge legs, and peep about Men at fome times are mafters of their fates: Brutus and Cæfar! what fhould be in that Cæfar? Why should that name be founded more than yours? Oh! you and I have heard our fathers fay, There was a Brutus once, that would have brooked Th' eternal devil to keep his state in Rome, As eafily 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 fon of Rome Under fuch hard conditions as this time Is like to lay upon us. Caf. I am glad that my weak words Have ftruck but thus much fhew of fire from Brutus Enter CESAR and his Train. Bru. The Games are done, and Cæfar is returning.. Bru. I will do fo; but look you, Caffius,- Ant. Cæfar? Caf. Let me have men about me that are fat, Sleek-headed men, and fuch as fleep a-nights: Yond Caffius has a lean and hungry look, He thinks too much; fuch men are dangerous. Ant. Fear him not, Cæfar, he's not dangerous; He is a noble Roman, and well given. Caf. Would he were fatter; but I fear him not Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I fhould avoid,. So foon as that fpare Caffius. He reads much; Quite through the deeds of men. He loves no Plays, (5) ——————he bears no music :] This is not a trivial obfer vation, nor does our Poet mean barely by it, that Caffius was not a merry, fprightly man; but that he had not a due temperament of harmony in his compofition; and that therefore natures, fo uncorrected, are dangerous. He has finely dilated on this fentiment in his Merchant of Venice, act fifth; Seldom he smiles; and fmiles in fuch a fort, Manent BRUTUS and CASSIUS: CASCA, to them... Cafca. You pulled me by the cloak; would you fpeak with me? Bru. Ay, Cafca, tell us what hath chanced to-day, That Cæfar looks fo fad. Cafca. Why, you were with him, were you not? Bru. I fhould not then afk Cafca what had chanced. Cafca. 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 fhouting. Bru. What was the fecond noise for? Cafea. Why, for that too. for Caf. They shouted thrice: what was the last cry Cafea. Why, for that too. Bru Was the crown offered him thrice? The man that hath no mufte in himself, And is not moved with concord of fweet founde, The motions of his fpirit are dull as night, Let no fuch man be trusted. every time gentler than other; and at every putting by, mine honeft neighbours fhouted. Gaf. Who offered him the crown ? Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Cafca. Cafca. I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it: it was mere foolery, I did not mark it. I faw Mark Antony offer him a crown; yet 'twas not a crown neither, 'twas one of thefe 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 refused it, the rabblement hooted, and clapped their chop'd hands, and threw up their fweaty night-caps, and uttered fuch a deal of stinking breath, because Cæfar refused the crown, that it had almoft choaked Cæfar; for he fwooned, 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, foft, I pray you; what, did Cæfar fwoon! Cafea. He fell down in the market place, and foamed at mouth, and was speechlefs.. Bru. 'Tis very like; he hath the falling-fickness. Caf. No, Cæfar hath it not; but you and I, And honeft Cafca, we have the falling-ficknefs. Cafca. I know not what you mean by that; but I am fure Cæfar fell down: if the tag-rag people did not clap him, and hifs him, according as he pleafed, and difpleafed them, as they ufed to do the players in the theatre, I am no true man. Bru. What faid he when he came unto himself? Cafea. Marry, before he fell down, when he per |