Get me a taper in my study, Lucius. When it is lighted, come and call me here
The taper burneth in your closet, sir. Searching the window for a flint, I found this paper, thus sealed up, and I am sure it did not lie there when I went to bed.
*gives letter to Brutus*
“Speak, strike, redress!” Am I entreated to speak and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise, If the redress will follow, thou receivest thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!
Sir, ’tis your brother Cassius at the door, who doth desire to see you.
Let 'em enter.
For Antony is but a limb of Caesar. Let us be sacrificers but not butchers, Caius. We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar, and in the spirit of men there is no blood. Oh, that we then could come by Caesar’s spirit and not dismember Caesar! But, alas, Caesar must bleed for it.
Yes, every man of them, and no man here but honors you, and every one doth wish you had but that opinion of yourself which every noble Roman bears of you.
You are my true and honorable wife, as dear to me as are the ruddy drops that visit my sad heart. O ye gods, render me worthy of this noble wife!
Y' have ungently, Brutus, stole from my bed. And yesternight, at supper, you suddenly arose and walked about, Musing and sighing, with your arms across, and when I asked you what the matter was,you stared upon me with ungentle looks. Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus, is it excepted I should know no secrets that appertain to you?
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.