Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
Brutus. Grant that, and then is death a benefit:
105So we are Cæsar's friends, that have abridg'd
His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop,
And let us bathe our hands in Cæsar's blood
Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords:
Then walk we forth, even to the market-place,
110And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads,
Let's all cry 'Peace, freedom, and liberty!'
Cassius. Stoop, then, and wash. How many ages hence