How can Caesar be a tyrant then? Poor man! I know he
wouldn't be a wolf if the Romans didn't act like
sheep. He couldn't be a lion if the Romans weren't
such easy prey. People who want to start a big fire quickly start
with little twigs. Rome becomes complete trash, nothing but rubbish
and garbage, when it works to light up the ambitions of someone as
worthless as Caesar. But, oh no! What have I said in my grief? I
might be speaking to someone who
wants to be a slave, in which case
I'll be held accountable for my words. But I'm
armed and I don't care about danger.
CASCA
You speak to Casca, and to such a man
That is no fleering telltale. Hold, my hand.
Be factious for redress of all these griefs,
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And I will set this foot of mine as far
As who goes farthest.
CASCA
You're talking to Casca, not to some smiling, two-faced
tattletale. Say no more. Shake my hand. If you're joining
together to right these wrongs, I'll go as far as any one
of you.
CASSIUS
There's
a bargain made.
Now know you, Casca, I have moved already
Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans
To undergo with me an enterprise
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Of honorable-dangerous consequence.
And I do know by this they stay for me
In Pompey's porch. For now, this fearful night,
There is no stir or walking in the streets,
And the complexion of the element
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In favor's like the work we have in hand,
Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.
CASSIUS
That's a deal. Now let me tell you, Casca, I have already
convinced some of the noblest Romans to join me in an honorable but
dangerous mission. And I know that by now they're waiting
for me on the porch outside Pompey's theater.
We're meeting on this fearful night because no one is out
on the streets. The sky tonight looks bloody, fiery, and terrible,
just like the work we have to do.
