Casca, Speaking of Caesar
From " Julius Caesar"
by Wlliam Shakespeare
Casca: You pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak with me?
Brutus: Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanc'd to-day, That Cæsar looks so sad. _
Casca: Why, you were with him, were you not?
Brutus: I should not, then, ask Casca what had chanc'd.
Casca: Why, there was a crown offered him; and being offered 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 offered 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 offered him the crown?
Casca: Why, Antony.
Brutus: Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.
Casca: I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it: it was mere foolery; I did not mark it. I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown;--yet 'twas not a crown neither, 'twas one of these coronets;-- and, as I told you, he put it by once: but, for all that, to my thinking, he would fain have had it.
Then he offered it to him again; then he put it by again: but, to my thinking, he was very loth to lay his fingers off it.
And then he offered it the third time; he put it the third time by: and still as he refused it, the rabblement shouted, and clapped their chopped hands, and threw up their sweaty nightcaps, and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because Cæsar refused the crown, that it had almost choked Cæsar; for he swooned, and fell down at it: and for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of opening my lips, and receiving the bad air.