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The Tragedy of


All my engagements I will construe to thee,
All the charactery of my sad brows.308
Leave me with haste.Exit Portia.
Lucius, who's that knocks?

Enter Lucius and Ligarius.

Luc. Here is a sick man that would speak with you.

Bru. Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spoke of.
Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius! how?312

Lig. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.

Bru. O what a time have you chose out, brave Caius,
To wear a kerchief! Would you were not sick!

Lig. I am not sick if Brutus have in hand
Any exploit worthy the name of honour.317

Bru. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.

Lig. By all the gods that Romans bow before,
I here discard my sickness! Soul of Rome,321
Brave son, deriv'd from honourable loins,
Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjur'd up
My mortified spirit. Now bid me run,
And I will strive with things impossible;325
Yea, get the better of them. What's to do?

Bru. A piece of work that will make sick men whole.

Lig. But are not some whole that we must make sick?328

Bru. That must we also. What it is, my Caius,
I shall unfold to thee as we are going
To whom it must be done.

307 engagements: undertakings that I stand committed to
construe: explain
308 charactery: writing, message
309 who's: who is it
313 Vouchsafe: vouchsafe to receive
315 kerchief: swathing for the head of the sick
323 exorcist: magician
324 mortified: deadened
331 To whom: to him to whom