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That else must perish here.

POMPEY
To you all three,
The senators alone of this great world,
Chief factors for the gods: I do not know [10]
Wherefore my father should revengers want,

Having a son and friends, since Julius Cæsar,
Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted,
There saw you labouring for him. What was’t

That mov’d pale Cassius to conspire? And what [15]
Made the all-honour’d, honest Roman, Brutus
With the arm’d rest, courtiers of beauteous freedom,
To drench the Capitol, but that they would
Have one man but a man? And that is it

Hath made me rig my navy: at whose burthen [20]
The anger’d ocean foams, with which I meant
To scourge the ingratitude that despiteful Rome

Cast on my noble father.

CÆSAR

Take your time.

ANTONY
Thou canst not fear us, Pompey, with thy sails.
We’ll speak with thee at sea. At land thou know’st [25]
How much we do o’er-count thee.

POMPEY
At land, indeed,

Thou dost o’er-count me of my father’s house:
But since the cuckoo builds not for himself,
Remain in ’t as thou may’st.

LEPIDUS
Be pleas’d to tell us −

For this is from the present − how you take [30]