CASSIUS.
To what effect?
CASCA.
Nay, and I tell you that, I’ll ne’er look you i’ the face again. But those that understood him smil’d at one another and shook their heads; but for mine own part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more news too: Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs off Caesar’s images, are put to silence. Fare you well. There was more foolery yet, if I could remember it.
CASSIUS.
Will you sup with me tonight, Casca?
CASCA.
No, I am promis’d forth.
CASSIUS.
Will you dine with me tomorrow?
CASCA.
Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and your dinner worth the eating.
CASSIUS.
Good. I will expect you.
CASCA.
Do so; farewell both.
[Exit Casca.]
BRUTUS.
What a blunt fellow is this grown to be!
He was quick mettle when he went to school.