My mortified spirit.[132] Now bid me run,
325And I will strive with things impossible;
Yea, get the better of them. What's to do?
Brutus.[133] A piece of work that will make sick men whole.
Ligarius. But are not some whole that we must make sick?
Brutus. That must we also. What it is, my Caius,
330I shall unfold to thee, as we are going
To whom it must be done.
Ligarius.
Set on your foot,