tomorrow? 

CASCA. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and your dinner worth the eating. 

CASSIUS. Good. I will expect you. 

CASCA. Do so; farewell both. 

 [Exit Casca.]

Casca

BRUTUS. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be! He was quick mettle when he went to school. 

CASSIUS. So is he now in execution Of any bold or noble enterprise, However he puts on this tardy form. This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite. 

BRUTUS. And so it is. For this time I will leave you: 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.]

Brutus

Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet I see, Thy honourable metal may be wrought From that it is dispos’d: therefore ’tis meet That noble minds keep ever with their likes; For who so firm that cannot be seduc’d? Caesar doth bear me hard, but he loves Brutus. 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 That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely Caesar’s ambition shall be glanced at. And after this, let Caesar seat him sure, For we will shake him, or worse days endure. 

 [Exit.]

 SCENE III. The same. A street.

 Thunder and lightning. Enter, from opposite sides, Casca with his sword drawn, and Cicero.

Casca

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