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Say them-yours is just as pleasant to say. “Brutus” and “Caesar'-what's special about “Caesar?” Why should that name be shouted more than yours? Write them together-yours looks just as good.

Brutus, our problem is not destiny, but ourselves. Why, sir, he straddles the narrow world like a giant, and we petty men walk under his huge legs and peek out just to find our graves, as if we were slaves. Oh, you and I have heard our fathers say, There was a Brutus once that would have brooked Th' eternal devil to keep his state in Rome As easily as a king. Conjure with 'em, “Brutus” will start a spirit as soon as “Caesar.” Now in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed! Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was famed with more than with one man? When could they say till now, that talked of Rome, That her wide walks encompassed but one man? Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough, When there is in it but one only man. Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well. Brutus and Caesar-what should be in that “Caesar?” Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Men at some time are masters of their fates. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable graves. And that tongue of his that ordered the Romans to listen to him and transcribe his speeches in their books cried like a sick girl, “Oh, get me a drink, Titinius.” Oh, by the gods, it amazes me that a man of such weak constitution could get an advantage over the entire world and carry the prize of victory alone. It’s true, this “god” was shaking! His cowardly lips lost their color, and that same eye whose gaze now terrifies the world lost its gleam. And when he was in its grip, I noticed how he shook. When he was in Spain, Caesar had a fever. And this man has now become a god, while I am a wretched creature who must bow down if Caesar carelessly nods my way. But before we could reach our destination, Caesar cried, “Help me, Cassius, or I'll sink!” Just like Aeneas carried on his shoulders his elderly father Anchises from the fires of Troy, I carry the tired Caesar from the waves of the Tiber. The water roared, and we fought against it with all our strength, inspired to overcome it by our competitive natures. Once, on a harsh and windy day, as the Tiber River swelled against its banks, Caesar said to me, “Cassius, would you dare to jump with me into this rough water and swim to that distant point?” The moment he said that-though I was still in my clothes-I jumped in and told him to follow. We both have eaten as well, and we can both endure the winter's cold as well as he. But, as for me, I’d rather not live at all than stand in awe of a man no better than myself. I don’t know what you and other men think of this life. In fact, honor is what I want to discuss with you. It’s as familiar to me as your appearance. Ye gods, it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone. I did hear him groan, Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books- “Alas,” it cried, “give me some drink, Titinius,” As a sick girl.

'Tis true, this god did shake! His coward lips did from their color fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his luster. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake. And this man Is now become a god, and Cassius is A wretched creature and must bend his body If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried, “Help me, Cassius, or I sink!” I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Caesar.

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The torrent roared, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy. For once upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Caesar said to me, “Darest thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood And swim to yonder point?” Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plungèd in And bade him follow. We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter’s cold as well as he. I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life, but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, As well as I do know your outward favor.