I could be well moved, if I were as you;
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me;
But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.
The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks;
They are all fire and every one doth shine;
But there's but one in all doth hold his place.
So in the world, 'tis furnish'd well with men,
And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;
Yet in the number I do know but one
That unassailable holds on his rank,
Unshaked of motion; and that I am he,
Let me a little show it, even in this;
That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd,
And constant do remain to keep him so.
CINNA.
O Caesar-
CAESAR.
Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus?
DECIUS.
Great Caesar-
CAESAR.
Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?
CASCA.
Speak, hands, for me!
Casca first, then the other Conspirators
and Marcus Brutus stab Caesar.
CAESAR.
Et tu, Brute?- Then fall, Caesar! Dies.
CINNA.
Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!
Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.