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Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the People Chuse Cæfar for their King.
Caf. Ay, do you fear it?
Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him welt:
Caf. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
(3) And I will look on both indifferently;} What a Contradiction to this, are the Lines immediately fucceeding? If he lov'd Honourg more than he fear'd Death, how could they be both indifferent to him? Honour thus is but in equal Balance to Death, which is not fpeaking at all like Brutus : for, in a Soldier of any ordinary Pretenfion, it should always preponderare. We must certainly read,
And I will look on Death indifferently. What occafion'd the Corruption, I presume, was, the Transcribers imagining, the Adverb indifferently must be applied to Two things oppos’d. But the Use of the Word does not demand it; nor does Shakespeare always apply it so. In the present Passage it fignifies, negleftingly; without Fear, or Concern: And so Casca afterwards, again in this act, employs it.
And Dangers are to me indifferent. i, s. I weigh them not; am not deterr’d on the Score of Danger.
The troubled Tyber chafing with his shores,
Leap in with me into this angry food,
give me some drink, Titinius”
Caf. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colosus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some times are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous
would work me to, I have some aim;
further movid. What you have said,
Cas, I am glad that my weak words
Enter Cæfar and his Train.
Cal. As they pass by, pluck Cafea by the fleeve, And he will, after his four fashion tell
you, What hath proceeded worthy note to day.
Bru. I will do so; but look you, Casius,
Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is.
Cæs. Let me have men about me that are fat,
Ant. Fear him not, Cæfar, he's not dangerous ;
Cæf. '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 foon as that spare Cafrus. He reads much; He is a great obferver; and he looks Quite through the deeds of men. He loves no plays, As thou doft, Antony; he hears no mufick: Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a fort, As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his fpirit, That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease, Whilft they behold a greater than themselves ; And therefore are they very dangerous. I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd, Than what I fear; for always I am Cæfar. Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, And tell me truly, what thou think'st of him.
[Exeunt Cæsar and bis Train.
Manent Brutus and Cassius : Casca, to them. Casca. You pulld me by the cloak; would you speak
with me? Brui 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 had chanc'd.
Casca. Why, there was a crown offer'd him; and being offer'd 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. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler than other; and at every putting by mine honeft neighbours shouted.
Caf. Who offer'd him the crown?
Casca. I can as well be hang'd, as tell the manner of it: it was meer 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 would fain' have had it. Then he offer'd 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 offer'd it the third time; he put it the third time by; and still as he refus'd it, the rabblement hooted, and clapp'd their chopt hands, and threw up their sweaty night-caps, and utterd such a deal of stinking breath, because Cæsar refus’d the crown, that it had almost choaked Cæfar; for he fwooned, 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.
Caf. But, foft, I pray you; what, did Cæfar fwoon?