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Tomorrow, if you please to speak with me,
I will come home to you; or, if you will,
Come home to me, and I will wait for you.

CASSIUS
I will do so. Till then, think of the world.
Exit Brutus.

Well, Brutus, thou art noble, yet I see [305]
Thy honourable mettle may be wrought
From that it is disposed. Therefore it is meet

That noble minds keep ever with their likes;
For who so firm that cannot be seduced?
Caesar doth bear me hard, but he loves Brutus. [310]
If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius,
He should not humour me. I will this night,

In several hands, in at his windows throw,
As if they came from several citizens,
Writings, all tending to the great opinion [315]

That Rome holds of his name, wherein obscurely
Caesar’s ambition shall be glancèd at.
And after this let Caesar seat him sure,
For we will shake him, or worse days endure.
Exit.

Scene III IT

Thunder and lightning. Enter Casca, with sword drawn, and Cicero,
meeting.

CICERO
Good even, Casca. Brought you Caesar home?

Why are you breathless, and why stare you so?

CASCA
Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth
Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,
I have seen tempests when the scolding winds [5]