Tom.—“I come to bury Cæsar—”
Sam.—I thought you’d buried him once, good deeds, bones and all; how many more times are you going to do it?
Tom.—Sam, I’m a peaceable fellow; but, if you go much further, I won’t be responsible for the consequences.
Sam.—I’m for piece, too; but it’s my piece, and not your long rigmarole about Cæsar, that I go in for. As I said before, “My name is—”
Tom.—“The noble Brutus
Hath told you Cæsar was ambitious;
If it were so, it were a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Cæsar answered it.”
Sam [in a loud whisper.]—I say, Tom, did you know you had got a hole in your unwhisperables?
Tom.—“Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest.