Bru. Look in the calendar and bring me word.
Luc. I will, sir. [Exit.
Bru. The exhalations whizzing in the air
Give so much light that I may read by them. 45
[Opens the letter and reads.
'Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake and see thyself.
Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress.[3014]
Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake.'
Such instigations have been often dropp'd
Where I have took them up.[3015] 50
'Shall Rome, &c.' Thus must I piece it out:[3015]
Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What, Rome?[3016]
My ancestors did from the streets of Rome[3017]
The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king.
'Speak, strike, redress.' Am I entreated[3018] 55
To speak and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise,[3019]
If the redress will follow, thou receivest[3020]
Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!
Re-enter Lucius.
Luc. Sir, March is wasted fifteen days.[3021]
[Knocking within.
Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks.[3022] 60
[Exit Lucius.