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| Enter LUCIUS and
LIGARIUS |
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| LUCIUS and LIGARIUS
enter. Ligarius wears a cloth wrapped around his head, indicating that
he's sick. |
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| | LUCIUS |
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He is a sick man that would speak with you. |
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| LUCIUS |
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Here's a sick man who wants to speak with you. |
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| | BRUTUS |
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Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.— |
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Boy, stand aside.—Caius Ligarius, how? |
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| BRUTUS |
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It's Caius Ligarius, whom Metellus spoke of. Boy, stand
aside. Caius Ligarius! How are you? |
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| | LIGARIUS |
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Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue. |
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| LIGARIUS |
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Please accept my feeble “good
morning.” |
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| | BRUTUS |
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O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius, |
| 325 |
To wear a kerchief! Would you were not sick! |
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| BRUTUS |
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Oh, what a time you've chosen to be sick, brave Caius!
How I wish you felt better! |
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| | LIGARIUS |
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I am not sick if Brutus have in hand |
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Any exploit worthy the name of honor. |
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| LIGARIUS |
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I'm not sick if you've prepared some honorable
exploit for me. |
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| | BRUTUS |
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Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius, |
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Had you a healthful ear to hear of it. |
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| BRUTUS |
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Indeed, I would have such an exploit for you, Ligarius, if you
were healthy enough to hear it. |
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| | LIGARIUS |
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(removes his kerchief)
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By all the gods that Romans bow before, |
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I here discard my sickness! Soul of Rome, |
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Brave son derived from honorable loins, |
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Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjured up |
| 335 |
My mortifièd spirit. Now bid me run, |
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And I will strive with things impossible, |
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Yea, get the better of them. What's to do? |
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| LIGARIUS |
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(takes off his head covering) By
all the gods that Romans worship, I hereby throw off my sickness!
Soul of Rome! Brave son of honorable ancestors! You've
conjured up my deadened spirit like an exorcist. Now say the word,
and I will tackle all kinds of impossible things, and succeed too.
What is there to do? |
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| | BRUTUS |
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A piece of work that will make sick men whole. |
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| BRUTUS |
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A deed that will make sick men healthy. |
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| | LIGARIUS |
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But are not some whole that we must make sick? |
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| LIGARIUS |
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But aren't there some healthy men whom we have to make
sick? |
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| | BRUTUS |
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That must we also. What it is, my Caius, |
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I shall unfold to thee as we are going |
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To whom it must be done. |
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| BRUTUS |
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That too. My dear Caius, I'll explain the task at hand to
you as we walk toward the man we must do it to. |
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