BRUTUS

Grant that, and then is death a benefit:

So are we Caesar’s friends, that have abridged

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,

Let’s all cry ‘Peace, freedom and liberty!’