Decius. What, shall we forth?
Cassius.
120Ay, every man away:
Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels
With the most boldest[54] and best hearts of Rome.
Enter a Servant[55]
Brutus. Soft! who comes here? A friend of Antony's.
Servant. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel;
125Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down;
And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say: