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The first and chiefest was the long stay of Caesar, though the day was far spent, and his being detained at home by his wife, and forbidden by the soothsayers to go forth, upon some defect that appeared in his sacrifice. Another was this: There came a man up to Casca, one of the company, and, taking him by the hand, "You concealed," said he, "the secret from us, but Brutus has told me all."
Do you not see then, O Antonius, that the whole world is open to our party, but that you have no spot out of your own fortifications, where you can set your foot? "You have allowed Casca to discharge the office of tribune". What then? Were we to remove a man, as if he had been Marullus, or Caesetius, to whom we own it, that this and many other things like this can never happen for the future?
Ay, Casca, tell us what hath chanced to-day, That Caesar looks so sad. Casca. Why you were with him. Were you not? Brutus. I should not then ask Casca what hath chanced. Casca. Why there was a crown offered him: and, being offered, he put it by with the back of his hand, thus; and then the people fell a shouting. Brutus. What was the second noise for? Casca. Why for that too. Brutus.
And that there was a crowd of foolish prigs and pedants in Rome to take note of these so trivial things, and to be more irked by them than by all the realities of his power: a lean hungry Cassius; an envious brusque detractor Casca; a Brutus with a penchant for being considered a philosopher, after a rather maiden-auntish sort of conception of the part, and for being considered a true descendant of his well-known ancestor: a cold soul much fired with the ignis fatuus of Republican slave-scourging province-fleecing freedom.
It was true; Cæsar had now returned inflated with such pride that Brutus, and Cassius, and Casca could no longer endure him. He came back, and triumphed over the five lands in which he had conquered not the enemies of Rome, but Rome itself.
Cæsar feeling himself hurt, took him straight by the hand he held his dagger in, and cried out in Latin: O traitor, Casca, what doest thou? Casca on the other side cried in Greek, and called his brother to help him.
If I know this, know all the world besides, That part of tyranny, that I do bear, I can shake off at pleasure. Casca. So can I; So every bondman in his own hand bears The power to cancel his captivity. Cassius. And why should Caesar be a tyrant then? Poor man! I know, he would not be a wolf, But that he sees the Romans are but sheep He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.
It is said that when the immense majority for Caesar at the polls in the market was declared the other day, and the crown was offered to that gentleman, even his amazing unselfishness in refusing it three times was not sufficient to save him from the whispered insults of such men as Casca, of the Tenth Ward, and other hirelings of the disappointed candidate, hailing mostly from the Eleventh and Thirteenth and other outside districts, who were overheard speaking ironically and contemptuously of Mr.
Brutus told his wretched accomplice to keep an eye on Lena, and a moment after Cassias urged that lean and hungry vagrant, Casca, whose reputation here is none of the best, to be sudden, for he feared prevention. He then turned to Brutus, apparently much excited, and asked what should be done, and swore that either he or Caesar would never turn back he would kill himself first.
Cassius. But soft, I pray you: WHAT? DID CAESAR SWOON? Casca. He fell down in the market-place, and foamed at mouth, and was speechless. Brutus. 'Tis very like; he hath the falling sickness. Cassius. No, Caesar hath it not; but you, and I, And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness. Casca. I know not what you mean by that: but I am sure, Caesar fell down.
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