From the time when you decide to do something terrible to the
moment you do it, everything feels unreal, like a horrible dream.
The unconscious and the body work together and rebel against the
conscious mind.
Enter LUCIUS
LUCIUS enters.
LUCIUS
Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door,
Who doth desire to see you.
LUCIUS
Sir, it's your brother-in-law Cassius at the door. He
wants to see you.
BRUTUS
Is he
alone?
BRUTUS
Is he alone?
LUCIUS
No, sir, there are more with him.
LUCIUS
No, sir. There are others with him.
BRUTUS
Do
you know them?
BRUTUS
Do you know them?
LUCIUS
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No, sir. Their hats are plucked about their ears,
And half their faces buried in their cloaks,
That by no means I may discover them
By any mark of favor.
LUCIUS
No, sir, their hats are pulled down over their ears and their
faces are half buried under their cloaks, so there's no way
to tell who they are.
BRUTUS
Let
'em enter.
BRUTUS
Let them in.
Exit LUCIUS
LUCIUS exits.
They are the faction. O conspiracy,
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Shamest thou to show thy dangerous brow by night
When evils are most free? O, then by day
Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough
To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy.
Hide it in smiles and affability.
It's the faction that wants to kill Caesar. Oh,
conspiracy, are you ashamed to show your face even at night, when
evil things are most free? If so, when it's day, where are
you going to find a cave dark enough to hide your monstrous face?
No, don't bother to find a cave, conspiracy. Instead, hide
your true face behind smiles and friendliness.
