Look in the calendar, and bring me word.
I will, sir.
The exhalations whizzing in the air
Give so much light that I may read by them.
Opens the letter and reads
'Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake, and see thyself.
Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress!
Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake!'
instigations have been often dropp'd
Where I have took them up.
'Shall Rome, &c.' Thus must I piece it
Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What, Rome?
My ancestors did from the streets of Rome
Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king.
'Speak, strike, redress!' Am I entreated
To speak and strike?
O Rome, I make thee promise:
If the redress will follow, thou receivest
Thy full petition at the hand of
Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.
'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks.
Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar,
I have not slept.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
The Genius and the mortal instruments
then in council; and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection.
Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door,
Who doth desire to see you.
Is he alone?
No, sir, there are moe with him.
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