Caesar. How foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia!
I am ashamed I did yield to them.
Give me my robe, for I will go.
[Enter PUBLIUS, BRUTUS, LIGARIUS, METELLUS, CASCA,
TREBONIUS, and CINNA]
And look where Publius is come to fetch me.
Publius. Good morrow, Caesar.
Caesar. What, is the fellow mad?
Publius. Sirrah, give place.
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