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That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely
SCENE III. A street
Thunder and lightning. Enter, from opposite sides,
CASCA, with his sword drawn, and CICERO
Cic. Why, saw you any thing more wonderfulo ?
Casca. A common slave - you know him well by
Cic. Indeed, it is a strange-disposedo time:
Casca. He doth; for he did bid Antonius
Cic. Good night then, Casca: this disturbed sky Is not to walk in. Casca.
Farewell, Cicero. [Exit CICERO. 40
Cas. Who's there?
Casca, by your voice. Casca. Yourear is good. Cassius, what night is this ! Cas. A very pleasing night to honest men. Casca. Who ever knew the heavens menace so? Cas. Those that have known the earth so full of
Cas. You are dull, Casca, and those sparks of life That should be in a Roman you do want, Or else you use not. You look pale and gaze And put on fear and cast yourself ino wonder, 60 To see the strange impatience of the heavens: But if you would consider the true cause Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts Why birds and beasts from quality and kind,o Why old men fool and children calculate, Why all these things change from their ordinanceo Their natures and preformed faculties To monstrous quality, why, you shall find That heaven hath infused them with these spirits, To make them instruments of fear and warning 70 Unto some monstrous state. Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man Most like this dreadful night, That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars As doth the lion in the Capitol, 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, Cas
sius? Cas. Let it be who it is: for Romans now 80
Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors;
Casca. Indeed, they say the senators to-morrow
Cas. I know where I will wear this dagger then; Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius: Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong; Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat: Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; But life, being weary of these worldly bars, Never lacks power to dismiss itself. If I know this, know all the world besides, That part of tyranny that I do bear I can shake off at pleasure.
[Thunder still. Casca.
So can I: So every bondman in his own hand bears The power to cancel his captivity.
Cas. And why should Cæsar be a tyrant then? Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf