Have bar'd my bosom to the thunder-stone:[215]
50And when the cross[216] blue[217] lightning seem'd to open
The breast of heaven, I did present myself
Even in the aim and very flash of it.
Casca. But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens?
It is the part of men to fear and tremble
55When the most mighty gods by tokens send
Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.
Cassius.[218] You are dull, Casca; and those sparks of life
That should be in a Roman you do want,