I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd
Than what I fear, for always I am Cæsar.
Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,[147]
And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.
[Sennet. Exeunt Cæsar and all his train but Casca][148]
215Casca. You pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak with me?
Brutus. Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanc'd to-day,
That Cæsar looks so sad.[149]
Casca. Why, you were with him, were you not?
Brutus. I should not then ask Casca what had chanc'd.