Cicero. Good even, Casca: brought[192] you Cæsar home?
Why are you breathless? and why stare you so?
Casca. Are you not mov'd, when all the sway of earth[193]
Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,
5I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds
Have riv'd the knotty oaks, and I have seen
Th' ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam,
To be exalted with the threatening clouds;
But never till to-night, never till now,
10Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.[194]