[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 chanced today,
That Caesar looks so sad.
CASCA.
Why, you were with him, were you not?
BRUTUS.
I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.
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.
BRUTUS.
Was the crown offer'd him thrice?
CASCA.
Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler
than other; and at every putting-by mine honest neighbors
shouted.
CASSIUS.
Who offer'd him the crown?
CASCA.
Why, Antony.
