[Exeunt Caesar and his Train. Casca stays.]
CASCA.
You pull’d me by the cloak; would you speak with me?
BRUTUS.
Ay, Casca, tell us what hath chanc’d today,
That Caesar looks so sad.
CASCA.
Why, you were with him, were you not?
BRUTUS.
I should not then ask Casca what had chanc’d.
CASCA.
Why, there was a crown offer’d him; and being offer’d him, he put it by with the back of his hand, thus; and then the people fell a-shouting.
BRUTUS.
What was the second noise for?
CASCA.
Why, for that too.
CASSIUS.
They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?
CASCA.
Why, for that too.