CINNA. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead! Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. 

CASSIUS. Some to the common pulpits and cry out, “Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!” 

BRUTUS. People and Senators, be not affrighted. Fly not; stand still; ambition’s debt is paid. 

CASCA. Go to the pulpit, Brutus. 

DECIUS. And Cassius too. 

BRUTUS. Where’s Publius? 

CINNA. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. 

METELLUS. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Caesar’s Should chance— 

BRUTUS. Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer! There is no harm intended to your person, Nor to no Roman else. So tell them, Publius. 

CASSIUS. And leave us, Publius; lest that the people Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief. 

BRUTUS. Do so; and let no man abide this deed But we the doers. 

 Enter Trebonius.

Trebonius

CASSIUS. Where’s Antony? 

TREBONIUS. Fled to his house amaz’d. Men, wives, and children stare, cry out, and run, As it were doomsday. 

BRUTUS. Fates, we will know your pleasures. That we shall die, we know; ’tis but the time And drawing days out, that men stand upon. 

CASCA. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life Cuts off so many years of fearing death. 

BRUTUS. Grant that, and then is death a benefit: So are we Caesar’s friends, that have abridg’d His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop, And let us bathe our hands in Caesar’s blood Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords: Then walk we forth, even to the market-place, And waving our red weapons o’er our heads, Let’s all cry, “Peace, freedom, and liberty!” 

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