Lig. I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand
Any exploit worthy the name of honour.
Bru. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.[3098]
Lig. By all the gods that Romans bow before,[3099] 320
I here discard my sickness! Soul of Rome!
Brave son, derived from honourable loins!
Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjured up
My mortified spirit. Now bid me run,
And I will strive with things impossible, 325
Yea, get the better of them. What's to do?[3100]
Bru. A piece of work that will make sick men whole.[3101]
Lig. But are not some whole that we must make sick?
Bru. That must we also. What it is, my Caius,[3102]
I shall unfold to thee, as we are going[3103] 330
To whom it must be done.[3103]
Lig. Set on your foot,
And with a heart new-fired I follow you,
To do I know not what: but it sufficeth
That Brutus leads me on.
Bru. Follow me then. [Exeunt.[3104]
Scene II. Cæsar's house.[3105]
Thunder and lightning. Enter Cæsar, in his night-gown.[3106]