If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.[47]

Marullus. May we do so?

Marullus.

You know it is the feast of Lupercal.[48]

70Flavius. It is no matter; let no images

70

Flavius.

Be hung with Cæsar's trophies.[49] I'll about,

And drive away the vulgar[50] from the streets:

So do you too, where you perceive them thick.

These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing

75Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,[51]

75

Who else would soar above the view of men,

And keep us all in servile fearfulness.

[Exeunt]

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