Page 2163 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

What you would work me to, I have some aim.
How I have thought of this, and of these times,
I shall recount hereafter. For this present, [165]
I would not, so with love I might entreat you,

Be any further moved. What you have said
I will consider; what you have to say
I will with patience hear, and find a time
Both meet to hear and answer such high things. [170]

Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:
Brutus had rather be a villager
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Under these hard conditions as this time

Is like to lay upon us.

CASSIUS
I am glad [175]
That my weak words have struck but thus much show
Of fire from Brutus.

Enter Caesar and his train.

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 [180]
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 [185]
Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes
As we have seen him in the Capitol,

Being crossed in conference by some senators.