Shakespeare

BRUTUS Grant that, and then is death a benefit:
So are we Caesar’s friends, that have abridged  105
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,  110
Let’s all cry ‘Peace, freedom and liberty!’
CASSIUS Stoop, then, and wash. How many ages hence
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
BRUTUS How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,  115
That now on Pompey’s basis lies along
No worthier than the dust!
CASSIUS So oft as that shall be,
So often shall the knot of us be call’d
The men that gave their country liberty.
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