Tre. Fled to his house amazed:
Men, wives and children stare, cry out and run
As it were doomsday.
Bru. Fates, we will know your pleasures:[3209]
That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time, 100
And drawing days out, that men stand upon.
Cas. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life[3210]
Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit:
So are we Cæsar's friends, that have abridged 105
His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop,[3211]
And let us bathe our hands in Cæsar's blood[3211]
Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords:[3211]
Then walk we forth, even to the market-place,[3211]
And waving our red weapons o'er our heads,[3211] 110
Let's all cry 'Peace, freedom and liberty!'[3211]
Cas. Stoop then, and wash. How many ages hence[3212]
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over[3213]
In states unborn and accents yet unknown![3214]
Bru. How many times shall Cæsar bleed in sport,[3215] 115
That now on Pompey's basis lies along[3216]
No worthier than the dust![3217]
Cas. So oft as that shall be,
So often shall the knot of us be call'd
The men that gave their country liberty.[3218]
Dec. What, shall we forth?
Cas. Ay, every man away:[3219] 120
Brutus shall lead, and we will grace his heels
With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.[3220]
Enter a Servant.[3221]