_Casca._ Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you i' the[2938] face again: but those that understood him smiled at one another and shook their heads; but for mine own part, it 280 was Greek to me. I could tell you more news too: Marullus[2939] and Flavius, for pulling scarfs off Cæsar's images, are put to silence. Fare you well. There was more foolery yet, if I could remember it. _Cas._ Will you sup with me to-night, Casca? 285 _Casca._ No, I am promised forth. _Cas._ Will you dine with me to-morrow? _Casca._ Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and your[2940] dinner worth the eating.[2941] _Cas._ Good; I will expect you. 290 _Casca._ Do so: farewell, both. [_Exit._ _Bru._ What a blunt fellow is this grown to be! He was quick mettle when he went to school.[2942] _Cas._ So is he now in execution Of any bold or noble enterprise, 295 However he puts on this tardy form. This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words[2943] With better appetite.[2944] _Bru._ And so it is. For this time I will leave you:[2945] 300 To-morrow, if you please to speak with me,[2946] I will come home to you, or, if you will,[2947] Come home to me and I will wait for you.[2948] _Cas._ I will do so: till then, think of the world. [_Exit Brutus._ Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see,[2949] 305 Thy honourable metal may be wrought[2950] From that it is disposed: therefore it is meet[2951] That noble minds keep ever with their likes; For who so firm that cannot be seduced? Cæsar doth bear me hard; but he loves Brutus: 310 If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius, He should not humour me. I will this night,[2952] In several hands, in at his windows throw, As if they came from several citizens, Writings, all tending to the great opinion 315 That Rome holds of his name, wherein obscurely Cæsar's ambition shall be glanced at: And after this let Cæsar seat him sure; For we will shake him, or worse days endure. [_Exit._ SCENE III. _A street._[2953] _Thunder and lightning. Enter, from opposite sides_, CASCA, _with_ _his sword drawn, and_ CICERO.[2954] _Cic._ Good even, Casca: brought you Cæsar home? Why are you breathless? and why stare you so?