Cassius.

And this, my masters, brings me home,
Bush-born bard, to Ancient Rome.

And there's little difference in the climate, or the men--save in the
little matter of ironmongery--and no difference at all in the women.

We'll pass over the accident that happened to Caesar. Such accidents
had happened to great and little Caesars hundreds of times before, and
have happened many times since, and will happen until the end of time,
both in "sport" (in plays) and in earnest:

Cassius:....How many ages hence
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
In states unborn and accents yet unknown?

Brutus: How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,
That now at Pompey's basis lies along
No worthier than the dust!

Shakespeare hadn't Australia and George Rignold in his mind's eye when
he wrote that.

Cassius: So oft as that shall be,
So often shall the knot of us be call'd
The men that gave their country liberty.

Well, be that as it will, I'm with Brutus too, irrespective of the
merits of the case. Antony spoke at the funeral, with free and