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Scœn. 8.

Cassivs, Sovldier, Messenger.
Sov.
A speedy foot-poast heere attends your honor.

Cas.
His message?

Sov.
Out of Greece, and more precisely
From Sparta.

Cas.
Then admit the messenger.
Now friend, your businesse?

Mes.
Open sit the Casket.
Somewhat's within contain'd, that will instruct you.

Cas.
Arme if thou lou'st me noble Cassivs,
And helpe thy brother with a royall rescue,
I am in prison, prethee make great haste,
Or I am dead; 'gainst Ianus-festiuall,
Addresse thy courage to assault our King,
Both King and Statesmen kill, for fit occasion
Will bee afforded, while they sleepe secure
Busied with ioy, and iesting Cordials.
Arme if thou lou'st me noble Cassius?
Yes, arme I will, and in despight of spight
Rescue thy valor from the blackest night,
Which enuy, or malignant wrath can yeeld,
To darken thy resplendant fortitude.
Carry the letter (friend) from whence you brought it,
Let nothing hinder quicke deliuery:
Nothing excels a wise dexterity.