Bru.
The games are done, and Cæsar is returning.

Cas.
As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve,
And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you
What hath proceeded worthy note to-day.

Bru.
I will do so: but look you, Cassius,
The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow,
And all the rest look like a chidden train,
Calphurnia's cheek is pale, and Cicero
Looks with such ferret, and such fiery eyes,
As we have seen him in the Capitol,
Being crost in conf'rence with some senators.

Cas.
Casca will tell us what the matter is.

Cæs.
Antonius.

Ant.
Cæsar.

Cæs.
Let me have men about me that are fat,
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep a-nights:
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look,
He thinks too much; such men are dangerous.

Ant.
Fear him not, Cæsar, he's not dangerous,
He is a noble Roman, and well given.

Cæs.
Would he were fatter; but I fear him not:
&plquo;Yet if my name were liable to fear,
&plquo;I do not know the man I should avoid,
&plquo;So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much,
&plquo;He is a great observer, and he looks
&plquo;Quite through the deeds of men. He loves no plays,
&plquo;As thou dost, Antony; he hears no musick:
&plquo;Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
&plquo;As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit

&plquo;That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.
&plquo;Such men as he be never at hearts ease,
&plquo;Whilst they behold a greater than themselves,
&plquo;And therefore are they very dangerous.
&plquo;I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd,
&plquo;Than what I fear; for always I am Cæsar.
Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
And tell me truly, what thou think'st of him. [Exeunt Cæsar and his Train.

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