Struck[18] Cæsar on the neck. O you flatterers!
45Cassius. Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself:
This tongue had not offended so to-day,
If Cassius might have rul'd.
Octavius.[19] Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us sweat,
The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
50Look;[20]
I draw a sword against conspirators;
When think you that the sword goes up[21] again?
Never, till Cæsar's three and thirty wounds[22]