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Luc. I will, sir.

Bru. The exhalations whizzing in the air Give so much light that I may read by them. 'Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake, and see thyself. Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress! Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake!' Such instigations have been often dropp'd Where I have took them up. 'Shall Rome, &c.' Thus must I piece it out: Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What, Rome? My ancestors did from the streets of Rome The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king. '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.

Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.

Knocking within.

Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate: somebody knocks. Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar, I have not slept. 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  44 exhalations: meteors 58 Thy full petition: full measure of what thou askest 59 fourteen; cf. n. 61, 62 Cf. n. 64 motion: instigation, inception 65 phantasma: vision, phantasmagoria 66 genius: the guardian spirit, within man mortal instruments: human faculties 