i. ii. 148.
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed,
That he is grown so great?
Similarly Cæsar, as he casts a passing glance at Cassius, becomes at once uneasy. 'He thinks too much,' is the exclamation of the man of action:
He loves no plays,
As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music.
The practical man, accustomed to divide mankind into a few simple types, is always uncomfortable at finding a man he cannot classify. Finally there is a climax to the jealousy that exists between the two lives: Cæsar complains that Cassius 'looks quite through the deeds of men.'
A change in Cæsar and a change in Rome itself.