1 Casca will tell us what the matter is.
2 Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.
3 I should not then ask Casca what had chanc'd.
4 No, it is Casca, one incorporate To our attempts.
5 This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber.
6 Goodnight then, Casca: this disturbed sky Is not to walk in.
7 Enter Cassius, Casca, Decius, Cinna, Metellus Cimber and Trebonius.
8 Enter, from opposite sides, Casca with his sword drawn, and Cicero.
9 You speak to Casca, and to such a man That is no fleering tell-tale.
10 Ay, Casca, tell us what hath chanc'd today, That Caesar looks so sad.
11 No, Caesar hath it not; but you, and I, And honest Casca, we have the falling-sickness.
12 You are dull, Casca; and those sparks of life That should be in a Roman you do want, Or else you use not.
13 As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve, And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you What hath proceeded worthy note today.
14 Come, Casca, you and I will yet, ere day, See Brutus at his house: three parts of him Is ours already, and the man entire Upon the next encounter, yields him ours.
15 Enter, in procession, with music, Caesar; Antony, for the course; Calphurnia, Portia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius and Casca; a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer.
16 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.
17 For my part, I have walk'd about the streets, Submitting me unto the perilous night; And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see, Have bar'd my bosom to the thunder-stone; And when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open The breast of heaven, I did present myself Even in the aim and very flash of it.
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