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 * He had a fever when he was in Spain,
 * And, when the fit was on him, I did mark
 * How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake:
 * His coward lips did from their colour fly;
 * And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world,
 * Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan:
 * Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans
 * Mark him, and write his speeches in their books,
 * Alas! it cried, Give me some drink, Titinius,
 * As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me,
 * A man of such a feeble temper should
 * So get the start of the majestic world,
 * And bear the palm alone."

Cæsar himself knows his man well, and on this subject lets fall deeply significant words in a dialogue with Anthony.
 * "Cæs. Let me have men about me that are fat;
 * Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights:
 * Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
 * He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
 * Ant. Fear him not, Cæsar, he's not dangerous;
 * He is a noble Roman, and well given.
 * Cæes. 'Would he were fatter:—But I fear him not:
 * Yet if my name were liable to fear,
 * I do not know the man I should avoid
 * So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much;
 * He is a great observer, and he looks
 * Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays,
 * As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music ;
 * Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort,
 * As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit
 * That could be moved to smile at any thing.