It is the part of men to fear and tremble When the most mighty gods by tokens send Cas. You are dull, Casca, and those sparks of life Or else you use not. You look pale and gaze And put on fear and cast yourself in wonder, But if you Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts, Why all these things change from their ordinance, To monstrous quality, why, you shall find That heaven hath infused them with these spirits Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars A man no mightier than thyself or me In personal action, yet prodigious grown And fearful, as these strange eruptions are. Casca. 'Tis Cæsar that you mean; is it not, Cassius? Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors; 60 70 80 Mean to establish Cæsar as a king; And he shall wear his crown by sea and land, Cas. I know where I will wear this dagger then : Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius. If I know this, know all the world besides, Casca. I can shake off at pleasure. So can I: 90 [Thunder still. So every bondman in his own hand bears Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf So vile a thing as Cæsar! But, O grief, I perhaps speak this My answer must be made. But I am arm'd, Casca. You speak to Casca, and to such a man Cas. That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold, my hand: And I will set this foot of mine as far As who goes farthest. There's a bargain made. Of honourable-dangerous consequence; In Pompey's porch: for now, this fearful night, In favour's like the work we have in hand, Enter Cinna. Casca. Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste. He is a friend. Cin. To find out you. Cin. I am glad on 't. Cinna, where haste you so? 120 130 Who's that? Metellus Cimber? one incorporate Am I not stay'd for, Cinna? There's two or three of us have seen strange sights. Cas. Am I not stay'd for? tell me. Cin. O Cassius, if you could Yes, you are. 140 But win the noble Brutus to our party- In at his window; set this up with wax Upon old Brutus' statue: all this done, Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us. Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there? Cin. All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie, 150 And so bestow these papers as you bade me. Cas. That done, repair to Pompey's theatre. [Exit Cinna. Come, Casca, you and I will yet ere day See Brutus at his house: three parts of him Is ours already, and the man entire Upon the next encounter yields him ours. Casca. O, he sits high in all the people's hearts; And that which would appear offence in us His countenance, like richest alchemy, Will change to virtue and to worthiness. Cas. Him and his worth and our great need of him 160 [Exeunt. I cannot, by the progress of the stars, Enter Lucius. Luc. Call'd you, my lord? Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius: Bru. It must be by his death: and, for my part, How that might change his nature, there's the question: It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; that ; 20 And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, 30 Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel |