In favour's[246] like[247] the work we have in hand,
130Most bloody, fiery,[248] and most terrible.
Enter Cinna.
Casca. Stand close[249] awhile, for here comes one in haste.
Cassius. 'Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait;[250]
He is a friend. Cinna, where haste you so?
Cinna. To find out you. Who's that? Metellus Cimber?
135Cassius. No, it is Casca; one incorporate[251]
To our attempts. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna?