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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!” “Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake!” Such instigations have been often dropp'd Where I have took them up. (50)  “Shall Rome, &c.” Thus must I piece it out. Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What, Rome? My ancestors did from the streets of Rome The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king. “Speak, strike, redress!” Am I entreated (55) 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! || // Exit Lucius. // Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma or a hideous dream; (65) The genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council, and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection. || Who doth desire to see you. || And half their faces buried in their cloaks, That by no means I may discover them By any mark of favor. ||
 * ** BRUTUS: ** The exhalations whizzing in the air
 * < // [Re-]enter Lucius. // ||
 * ** LUCIUS: ** Sir, March is wasted fifteen days. ||
 * < // Knocking within. // ||
 * ** BRUTUS: ** 'Tis good. Go to the gate, somebody knocks. (60)
 * < // [Re-]Enter Lucius.[with a taper.] // ||
 * ** LUCIUS: ** Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, (70)
 * ** LUCIUS: ** Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, (70)
 * ** BRUTUS: ** Is he alone? ||
 * ** LUCIUS: ** No, sir, there are moe with him. ||
 * ** BRUTUS: ** Do you know them? ||
 * ** LUCIUS: ** No, sir, their hats are pluck'd about their ears, (75)