1 Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste.
2 He doth, for he did bid Antonius Send word to you he would be there tomorrow.
3 No, Cassius, for the eye sees not itself But by reflection, by some other thing.
4 I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd Than what I fear; for always I am Caesar.
5 Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.
6 And for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.
7 It must be by his death: and for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general.
8 I could tell you more news too: Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs off Caesar's images, are put to silence.
9 But those that understood him smil'd at one another and shook their heads; but for mine own part, it was Greek to me.
10 Hold, my hand: Be factious for redress of all these griefs, And I will set this foot of mine as far As who goes farthest.
11 Forget not in your speed, Antonius, To touch Calphurnia; for our elders say, The barren, touched in this holy chase, Shake off their sterile curse.
12 I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
13 For this time I will leave you: Tomorrow, if you please to speak with me, I will come home to you; or, if you will, Come home to me, and I will wait for you.
14 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.
15 Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault Assemble all the poor men of your sort, Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears Into the channel, till the lowest stream Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
16 And since the quarrel Will bear no colour for the thing he is, Fashion it thus: that what he is, augmented, Would run to these and these extremities: And therefore think him as a serpent's egg Which hatch'd, would, as his kind grow mischievous; And kill him in the shell.
17 And then he offered it the third time; he put it the third time by; and still, as he refus'd it, the rabblement hooted, and clapp'd their chopt hands, and threw up their sweaty night-caps, and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because Caesar refus'd the crown, that it had, almost, choked Caesar, for he swooned, and fell down at it.
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