There’s a bargain made. Now know you, Casca, I have moved already Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans To undergo with me an enterprise Of honourable-dangerous consequence; And I do know, by this, they stay for me In Pompey’s porch: for now, this fearful night, There is no stir or walking in the streets; And the complexion of the element In favour’s like the work we have in hand, Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.

’Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait; He is a friend.

No, it is Casca; one incorporate To our attempts. Am I not stay’d for, Cinna?

I am glad on’t. What a fearful night is this! There’s two or three of us have seen strange sights.

Yes, you are. O Cassius, if you could But win the noble Brutus to our party⁠—