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—“Speak, strike, redress!” Am I entreated
To speak and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise,
If the redress will follow, thou receivest
Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!
Enter LUCIUS
LUCIUS enters.
LUCIUS
Sir, March is wasted fifteen days.
LUCIUS
Sir, fifteen days of March have gone by.
Knock within
The sound of a knock offstage.
BRUTUS
'Tis good. Go to the gate. Somebody knocks.
BRUTUS
Good. Go to the gate. Somebody’s knocking.
Exit LUCIUS
LUCIUS exits.
Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar,
I have not slept.
I haven’t slept since Cassius first began to turn me against
Caesar.
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70
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma or a hideous dream.
The genius and the mortal instruments
Are then in council, and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection.
From the time when you decide to do something terrible to the
moment you do it, everything feels unreal, like a horrible
dream. The unconscious and the body work together and rebel
against the conscious mind.
Enter LUCIUS
LUCIUS enters.
LUCIUS
Sir, ’tis your brother Cassius at the door,
Who doth desire to see you.
LUCIUS
Sir, it’s your brotherinlaw Cassius at the door. He wants to
see you.
BRUTUS
Is he alone?
BRUTUS
Is he alone?
LUCIUS
No, sir, there are more with him.
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