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34  All my engagements I will construe to thee, All the charactery of my sad brows. Leave me with haste. Lucius, who's that knocks?

Enter Lucius and Ligarius.

Luc. Here is a sick man that would speak with you.

Bru. Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spoke of. Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius! how?

Lig. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.

Bru. O what a time have you chose out, brave Caius, To wear a kerchief! Would you were not sick!

Lig. I am not sick if Brutus have in hand Any exploit worthy the name of honour.

Bru. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius, Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.

Lig. By all the gods that Romans bow before, I here discard my sickness! Soul of Rome, Brave son, deriv'd from honourable loins, Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjur'd up My mortified spirit. Now bid me run, And I will strive with things impossible; Yea, get the better of them. What's to do?

Bru. A piece of work that will make sick men whole.

Lig. But are not some whole that we must make sick?

Bru. That must we also. What it is, my Caius, I shall unfold to thee as we are going To whom it must be done.  307 engagements: undertakings that I stand committed to construe: explain 308 charactery: writing, message 309 who's: who is it 313 Vouchsafe: vouchsafe to receive 315 kerchief: swathing for the head of the sick 323 exorcist: magician 324 mortified: deadened 331 To whom: to him to whom 