"_Well, Honor is the subject of my story-- I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, I had as lief not to be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I, myself. I was born free as Caesar; so were you. We both have fed as well; and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he. For once, upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Caesar said to me, 'Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me, into this angry flood And swim to yonder point?' Upon the word, Accoutered as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so, indeed, he did. The torrent roared and we did buffet it With lusty sinews; throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could arrive at the point proposed, Caesar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!' I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulders The old Anchisas bear, so, from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Caesar; and this man Is now become a god, and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever, when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake; 'tis true, this god did shake, His coward lips did from their color fly; And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre; I did hear him groan; Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books; Alas! it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,' As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me, A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone! Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Caesar; what should be in that Caesar? Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with them Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar. Now in the name of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed That he is grown so great?"_ Unanimous applause followed this cunning conspiracy speech, and Jonson, Lodge and Drayton gave loud exclamations of approval. Caesar, with his staff, returning from the games in his honor, sees Cassius and remarks to Antonius: