Let me have men about me that are fat, / Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep a-nights. / Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; / He thinks too much: such men are dangerous… / 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, Anthony; 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 mov’d to smile at any thing. / Such men as he be never at heart’s ease. / Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, / And therefore are they very dangerou.s/ I rather tell thee what is to be fear’d / Than what I fear; for always I am Caesar.