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SCENE III.

BRUTUS
Alone.
This is the time by Cæsar fixt, to meet,
And once more to confer with me.—There stands
The capitol, where death awaits his footsteps.
Eternal gods! Oh! from my soul remove
This cloud of horror! Let me not behold him
With detestation! Gracious powers! restrain
The vengeful arms, uplifted on his head
To fall with direst punishment; inspire
His ample soul (if that may be) with thoughts
More tender, more affectionate to Rome
And its true interests! Cause him to be just!
And then to my embraces give a father!
But see, he comes! I stand immoveable—
And rooted in astonishment!—Support,
Spirit of Cato! now support my virtue!