Page 2174 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Those that with haste will make a mighty fire
Begin it with weak straws. What trash is Rome,
What rubbish, and what offal, when it serves
For the base matter to illuminate [110]

So vile a thing as Caesar! But, O grief,
Where hast thou led me? I perhaps speak this
Before a willing bondman; then I know
My answer must be made. But I am armed,

And dangers are to me indifferent. [115]

CASCA
You speak to Casca, and to such a man
That is no fleering telltale. 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.

CASSIUS
There’s a bargain made. [120]
Now know you, Casca, I have moved already
Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans

To undergo with me an enterprise
Of honourable-dangerous consequence;
And I do know, by this they stay for me [125]
In Pompey’s Porch; for now, this fearful night,

There is no stir or walking in the streets,
And the complexion of the element
In favour’s like the work we have in hand,
Most bloody-fiery, and most terrible. [130]

Enter Cinna.

CASCA
Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste.

CASSIUS
’Tis Cinna, I do know him by his gait;
He is a friend. Cinna, where haste you so?