It must be by his death, and for my part I know no personal cause to spurn at him But for the general. He would be crowned. How that might change his nature, there’s the question.
“Brutus, thou sleep’st. Awake, and see thyself. Shall Rome, etc. Speak, strike, redress!” “Brutus, thou sleep’st. Awake.” Such instigations have been often dropped where I have took them up. —“Shall Rome, etc.” Thus must I piece it out: “Shall Rome stand under one man’s awe?” What, Rome?
Shall no man else be touched but only Caesar?
Decius, well urged. I think it is not meet Antony, so well beloved of Caesar, Should outlive Caesar. We shall find of him, and, you know, his means, If he improve them, may well stretch so far, as to annoy us all; which to prevent, let Antony and Caesar fall together.
'Tis time to part.
Never fear that. If he be so resolved I can o'ersway him.
But it is doubtful yet, whether Caesar will come forth today or no. For he is superstitious grown of late, quite from the main opinion he held once of fantasy, of dreams and ceremonies.
I should not need if you were gentle, Brutus. Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus, Is it excepted I should know no secrets that appertain to you? Am I yourself. But, as it were, in sort or limitation, to keep with you at meals, comfort your bed, and talk to you sometimes?
O ye gods, Render me worthy of this noble wife!
That must we also. What it is, my Caius, I shall unfold to thee as we are going to whom it must be done.
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.