Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand;
Now, Decius Brutus, yours; now yours, Metellus;
Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours;
190Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.
Gentlemen all,—alas, what shall I say?
My credit now stands on such slippery ground,
That one of two bad ways you must conceit[71] me,
Either a coward or a flatterer.
195That I did love thee, Cæsar, O, 'tis true:
If, then, thy spirit look upon us now,