A Fictitious Conversation Between Brutus and Caesar

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Such has been your visage for most of the years I have known you. Yet of late I have perceived that you are troubled. Were you a man like Mark Anthony, whose passions are like the heaving of the sea, I would not mark your altered appearance. But I know you to be a Stoic, and not apt to be swayed by the giddy emotions of the time. What troubles you?
Brutus: Giddy emotions? I wish you would not be so swayed by them as well.
Caesar: What do you mean by this?
Brutus: Caesar, it pains me to say this, given how long I have respected you. But my respect is founded upon the glory and honor you have garnered for Rome. You are not a man who has fought simply for sake of his reputation. Tell me is it true as Casca said, that you were offered the crown to be king of Rome by the rabble?
Caesar: 'Tis true. But what matter is this?
Brutus: As I feared! He said with ever offer your refusal grew weaker.
Caesar: What is this nonsense? I cannot dictate how the rabble behaves to me. So they ask me to be king and give me a crown. The next day they will do the same with one of their own, and call him 'Jove' and hoist him upon their shoulders as a god in jest. I have no more control over their actions than my infirmity. It is Casca who is reading something sinister into this matter, not Caesar.
Brutus: Caesar, look me in…
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