Alas, it cried "Give me some drink, Titinius," As a sick girl.Ye gods, it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world • 130 And bear the palm alone. • [Shout.Flourish. Bru. Another general shout! I do believe that these applauses are For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar. Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, • 140 But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Cæsar: what should be in that "Cæsar"? Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed, That he is grown so great?Age, thou art shamed! • 150 Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!