CASCA.
Farewell, Cicero.
[Exit Cicero.]
[Enter Cassius.]
CASSIUS.
Who's there?
CASCA.
A Roman.
CASSIUS.
Casca, by your voice.
CASCA.
Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this!
CASSIUS.
A very pleasing night to honest men.
CASCA.
Who ever knew the heavens menace so?
CASSIUS.
Those that have known the earth so full of faults.
For my part, I have walk'd about the streets,
Submitting me unto the perilous night;
And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see,
Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone;
And when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open
The breast of heaven, I did present myself
Even in the aim and very flash of it.
