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O, let us have him, for his silver hairs Will purchase us a good opinion And buy men's voices to commend
our deeds: It shall be said, his judgment ruled our hands; Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear, But
all be buried in his gravity. BRUTUS
O, name him not: let us not break with him; For he will never follow any thing That other men begin. CASSIUS
Then leave him out. CASCA
Indeed he is not fit. DECIUS BRUTUS
Shall no man else be touch'd but only Caesar? CASSIUS
Decius, well urged: I think it is not meet, Mark Antony, so well beloved of Caesar, Should outlive Caesar: we
shall find of him A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means, If he improve them, may well stretch so
far As to annoy us all: which to prevent, Let Antony and Caesar fall together. BRUTUS
Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius, To cut the head off and then hack the limbs, Like wrath
in death and envy afterwards; For Antony is but a limb of Caesar: Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers,
Caius. We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar; And in the spirit of men there is no blood: O, that we
then could come by Caesar's spirit, And not dismember Caesar! But, alas, Caesar must bleed for it! And,
gentle friends, Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Not hew
him as a carcass fit for hounds: And let our hearts, as subtle masters do, Stir up their servants to an act
of rage, And after seem to chide 'em. This shall make Our purpose necessary and not envious: Which so
appearing to the common eyes, We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers. And for Mark Antony, think not
of him; For he can do no more than Caesar's arm When Caesar's head is off. CASSIUS
Yet I fear him; For in the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar BRUTUS
Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him: If he love Caesar, all that he can do Is to himself, take thought
and die for Caesar: And that were much he should; for he is given To sports, to wildness and much company. TREBONIUS
There is no fear in him; let him not die; For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.
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