1 Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.
2 Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.
3 Brutus, come apace, And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.
4 First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you; Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand.
5 What it is, my Caius, I shall unfold to thee, as we are going, To whom it must be done.
6 Caius Ligarius, Caesar was ne'er so much your enemy As that same ague which hath made you lean.
7 Pardon me, Caius Cassius: The enemies of Caesar shall say this; Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.
8 Caius Ligarius doth bear Caesar hard, Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey; I wonder none of you have thought of him.
9 Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius, To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs, Like wrath in death, and envy afterwards; For Antony is but a limb of Caesar.