Brutus. Give me your hands all over,[59] one by one.
Cassius. And let us swear our resolution.
Brutus. No, not an oath:[60] if not the face of men,[61]
115The sufferance[62] of our souls, the time's abuse,—[63]
If these be motives weak, break off betimes,
And every man hence to his idle bed;
So let high-sighted tyranny range on,
Till each man drop by lottery.[64] But if these,
120As I am sure they do, bear fire enough