Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,212
And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.
Casca. You pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak with me?
Bru. Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanc'd to-day,
That Cæsar looks so sad.216
Casca. Why, you were with him, were you not?
Bru. I should not then ask Casca what had chanc'd.
Casca. Why, there was a crown offered him;
and, being offered him, he put it by with the220
back of his hand, thus; and then the people fell
a-shouting.
Bru. What was the second noise for?
Casca. Why, for that too.224
Cas. They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?
Casca. Why, for that too.
Bru. Was the crown offered him thrice?227
Casca. Ay, marry, was 't, and he put it by
thrice, every time gentler than other; and at every
putting-by mine honest neighbours shouted.
Cas. Who offered him the crown?
Casca. Why, Antony.232
Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.
Casca. I can as well be hanged as tell the
manner of it: it was mere foolery; I did not
mark it. I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown;
yet 'twas not a crown neither, 'twas one of these
coronets; and, as I told you, he put it by once;238
but, for all that, to my thinking, he would fain
216 sad: grave, serious
228 marry: properly an invocation of the Virgin
238 coronets: laurel garland of a Lupercal runner
