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Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection.
Enter Lucius.
LUCIUS
Sir, ’tis your brother Cassius at the door, [70]
Who doth desire to see you.
BRUTUS
Is he alone?
LUCIUS
No, sir, there are more with him.
BRUTUS
Do you know them?
LUCIUS
No, sir, their hats are plucked about their ears,
And half their faces buried in their cloaks,
That by no means I may discover them [75]
By any mark of favour.
BRUTUS
Let ’em enter.
Exit Lucius.
They are the faction. O conspiracy,
Sham’st thou to show thy dang’rous brow by night,
When evils are most free? O then, by day
Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough [80]
To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy;
Hide it in smiles and affability;
For if thou path, thy native semblance on,
Not Erebus itself were dim enough
To hide thee from prevention. [85]
Enter the conspirators − Cassius, Casca, Decius, Cinna, Metellus Cimber,
