I know not what you mean by that, but I amsure Caesar fell down. If the tag-rag people did notclap him and hiss him, according as he pleased anddispleased them, as they use to do the players in thetheater, I am no true man.
Casca: I don’t know what you mean by that, but I’m sure Caesar fainted. If those common, unimportant people didn’t cheer for him when they liked what he did and boo him when they didn’t, just like they do to actors in the theater, then I guess I am not truthful.
No, Caesar hath it not
Cassius: No, Caesar doesn't have it, but you and I and Casca all have it.
Tis very like; he hath the falling sickness.
Brutus: It sounds like he has epilepsy.
He fell down in the marketplace and foamed atmouth and was speechless.
Casca: He fell down in the marketplace and foamed at mouth and was speechless.
But soft, I pray you. What, did Caesar swoon
Cassius: But wait, how did this happen?
I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it.It was mere foolery; I did not mark it. I saw MarkAntony offer him a crown (yet ’twas not a crownneither; ’twas one of these coronets), and, as I toldyou, he put it by once; but for all that, to mythinking, he would fain have had it. Then he offeredit to him again; then he put it by again; but to mythinking, he was very loath to lay his fingers off it.And then he offered it the third time. He put it thethird time by, and still as he refused it the rabblementhooted and clapped their chopped hands andthrew up their sweaty nightcaps and uttered such adeal of stinking breath because Caesar refused thecrown that it had almost choked Caesar, for heswooned and fell down at it. And for mine own part,I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips andreceiving the bad air.
Casca: I might as well be hanged as to explain what happened. It was stupid, and I wasn't paying a lot of attention. I saw Antony offer Caesar the crown, but it wasn't a very big crown, and as I already told you, he rejected it to my surprise. Then he offered it again, then he rejected it again, but I thought he would surely take it. He rejected the crown a third time, and everyone clapped their foolish hands and threw up their sweaty nightcaps and uttered such a deal of stinking breath that it almost choked Caesar, and he actually fainted. I dared not laugh at the fear of people being angry at me.
Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.
Brutus: Tell us how he did so, kind Casca.
Who offered him the crown?
Cassius: Who offered him the crown?
Ay, marry, was ’t, and he put it by thrice, everytime gentler than other; and at every putting-by,mine honest neighbors shouted.
Casca: Yeah, he rejected the crown three times, every time more gentle than the other, and each time he refused it, they cheered.
Was the crown offered him thrice?
Brutus: Was the crown offered to him three times.
Why, for that too.
Casca: For the same thing again.
They shouted thrice. What was the last cry for?
Cassius: But they shouted three times. What was that for?
Why, for that too.
Casca:For the same reason.
What was the second noise for?
Brutus:What was the second cheer for?
Why, there was a crown offered him; and, beingoffered him, he put it by with the back of his hand,thus, and then the people fell a-shouting.
Casca: Well, a crown was offered to Caesar. When it was offered, he pushed it away with the back of his hand like this, and then the people started cheering.
Ay, Casca. Tell us what hath chanced todayThat Caesar looks so sad.
Brutus: Yes Casca. Tell us what happened today that made Caesar sad.
You pulled me by the cloak. Would you speakwith me?
Casca: You pulled me by my cloak. Did you want to talk to me?
I do not know the man I should avoidSo soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much,He is a great observer, and he looksQuite 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 sortAs if he mocked himself and scorned his spiritThat could be moved to smile at anything.Such men as he be never at heart’s easeWhiles they behold a greater than themselves,And therefore are they very dangerous.I rather tell thee what is to be fearedThan 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.
Caesar: I don’t trust that man, especially that skinny Cassius. He reads a lot, pays close attention to people, and understands their actions very well. He doesn’t like entertainment like you do, Antony, and he doesn’t listen to music. He rarely smiles, and when he does, it looks like he is making fun of himself for being able to enjoy anything. Men like him are never comfortable when they see someone more powerful or successful than themselves, so they are very dangerous. I'm telling you what should be feared rather than what I fear.
Why, Antony.
Antony of course.
I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.
I should not then ask you what happened.
Why, you were with him, were you not
Why do you ask, were you not there.