And this man Is now become a god, and Cassius is A wretched creature and must bend his body If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried, “Help me, Cassius, or I sink!” I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Caesar. The torrent roared, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy. For once upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Caesar said to me, “Darest thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood And swim to yonder point?” Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plungèd in And bade him follow. We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter’s cold as well as he. I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life, but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, As well as I do know your outward favor.
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