Cask. Go to the Pulpit Brutus
Dec. And Cassius too
Bru. Where's Publius?
Cin. Heere, quite confounded with this mutiny
Met. Stand fast together, least some Friend of Caesars
Should chance-
Bru. Talke not of standing. Publius good cheere,
There is no harme intended to your person,
Nor to no Roman else: so tell them Publius
Cassi. And leaue vs Publius, least that the people
Rushing on vs, should do your Age some mischiefe
Bru. Do so, and let no man abide this deede,
But we the Doers.
Enter Trebonius
Cassi. Where is Antony?
Treb. Fled to his House amaz'd:
Men, Wiues, and Children, stare, cry out, and run,
As it were Doomesday
Bru. Fates, we will know your pleasures:
That we shall dye we know, 'tis but the time
And drawing dayes out, that men stand vpon
Cask. Why he that cuts off twenty yeares of life,
Cuts off so many yeares of fearing death
Bru. Grant that, and then is Death a Benefit:
So are we Caesars Friends, that haue abridg'd
His time of fearing death. Stoope Romans, stoope,
And let vs bathe our hands in Caesars blood
Vp to the Elbowes, and besmeare our Swords:
Then walke we forth, euen to the Market place,
And wauing our red Weapons o're our heads,
Let's all cry Peace, Freedome, and Liberty