Julius Caesar Page #3

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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 offered it the 3rd time.

he put it the 3rd time by. Still as he refused it,

the rabblement hooted and clapped their chapped hands and threw up their sweaty night-caps

and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because Caesar refused the crown

that it had almost choked Caesar, for he swounded and fell down at it.

But, soft, I pray you:

what, did Caesar swound?

He fell down in the market- place, and foamed at mouth, and was speechless.

'Tis very like:
he hath the falling sickness.

Caesar hath it not.

But you and I, and honest Casca,

we have the falling sickness..

I know not what you mean by that. but he fell down,

when he perceived the common herd was glad he refused the crown,

he offered them his throat to cut.

And so he fell.

3 or 4 wenches, where I stood, cried

'Alas, good soul!'...

and forgave him with all their hearts.

There's no heed to be taken of them; if Caesar had stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less.

- And after that, he came, thus sad, away?

- Ay.

Did Cicero say any thing?

Ay, he spoke Greek.

- To what effect?

- 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.

Will you sup with me tonight, Casca?

No, I am promised forth.

- Will you dine with me tomorrow?

- Ay, if I be alive

and your mind hold and your dinner worth the eating.

Good:
I will expect you.

Do so. Farewell,

both.

Till then,

think of the world.

And after this

let Caesar seat him sure.

For we will shake him,

or worse days endure.

Who's there?

A Roman.

Cassius.

what night is this!

Who ever knew the heavens menace so?

Those that have known the earth so full of faults.

Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man most like this dreadful night,

A man no mightier than thyself or me

in personal action,

yet prodigious grown

and fearful, as these strange eruptions are.

'Tis Caesar that you mean.

Is it not, Cassius?

Let it be who it is.

Indeed, they say the senators tomorrow mean to establish Caesar as a king.

And he shall wear his crown by sea and land, in every place,

save here in Italy.

I know where I will wear this dagger then.

Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius.

If I know this, know all the world besides,

that part of tyranny that I do bear I can shake off at pleasure.

So can I!

So every bondman in his own hand bears the power to cancel his captivity.

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