hard conditions as this time Is like to lay upon us. 

CASSIUS. I am glad that my weak words Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus. 

 Enter Caesar and his Train.

Caesar

BRUTUS. The games are done, and Caesar is returning. 

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

BRUTUS. I will do so. But, look you, Cassius, The angry spot doth glow on Caesar’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 cross’d in conference by some senators. 

CASSIUS. Casca will tell us what the matter is. 

CAESAR. Antonius. 

ANTONY. Caesar? 

CAESAR. 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. 

ANTONY. Fear him not, Caesar; he’s not dangerous; He is a noble Roman and well given. 

CAESAR. 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 soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much, He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men. He loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music. 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 anything. Such men as he be never at heart’s ease Whiles 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 Caesar. Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, And tell me truly what thou think’st of him. 

 [Exeunt Caesar and his Train. Casca stays.]

Caesar

Casca

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