Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit
That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.
Such men as he be never at hearts ease,
Whiles they behold a greater then themselves,
And therefore are they very dangerous.
I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd,
Then what I fear: for always I am Caesar.
Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
And tell me truly, what thou think'st of him.
Sennit.
Exeunt Caesar and his Train.
Cask.
You pull'd me by the Cloak, would you speak with me?
Bru.
I Caska, tell us what hath chanc'd to day
That Caesar looks so sad.
Cask.
Why you were with him, were you not?
Bru.
I should not then ask Caska what had chanc'd.
Cask.
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 noyse for?
Cassi.
They shouted thrice, what was the last cry for?
Bru.
Was the Crown offer'd him thrice?
Cask.
I marry was't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler then o∣ther;
and at every putting by, mine honest Neighbours shouted.
Cassi.
Who offer'd him the Crown?
Bru.
Tell us the manner of it, gentle Caska.
Caska.
I can as well be hang'd as tell the manner of it: It was meer Foole∣ry,
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
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 third time;
he put it the third time by, and still as he refus'd it, the rabblement howted,
and clapp'd their chopt hands, and threw up their sweaty Night-caps, and utte∣red
such a deal of stinking breath, because Caesars refus'd the Crown, that it
had (almost) choaked Caesar: For he swounded, and fell down at it: And for
my own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of opening my Lips, and receive∣ing
the bad Air.
Cassi.
But soft I pray you: what, did Caesar swound?
Cask.
He fell down in the Market-place, and foam'd at mouth, and was
speechless.
Bru.
'Tis very like he hath the Falling-sickness.
Cassi.
No, Caesar hath it not: but▪ you, and I,
And honest Caska, we have the Falling-sickness.