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Read the passage from act 5, scene 4, of The Tragedy of Julius Caesar.ANTONY. This is not Brutus, friend, but, I assure you,A prize no less in worth. Keep this man safe.Give him all kindness. I had rather have Such men my friends than enemies. Go on, And see whether Brutus be alive or dead,And bring us word unto Octavius’ tentHow everything is chanced.

Read the passage from act 5, scene 4, of The Tragedy of Julius Caesar.LUCILLIUS. Only I yield to die. There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight:[Offering money]Kill Brutus, and be honoured in his death.FIRST SOLDIER. We must not.—A noble prisoner!SECOND SOLDIER. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta’en.FIRST SOLDIER. I’ll tell the news. Here comes the general.—[Enter ANTONY]Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta’en, my lord.ANTONY. Where is he?LUCILLIUS. Safe, Antony, Brutus is safe enough.I dare assure thee that no enemyShall ever take alive the noble Brutus.The gods defend him from so great a shame. When you do find him, or alive or dead, He will be found like Brutus, like himself.ANTONY. This is not Brutus, friend, but, I assure you,A prize no less in worth. Keep this man safe.Give him all kindness. I had rather have Such men my friends than enemies. Go on, And see whether Brutus be alive or dead,And bring us word unto Octavius’ tentHow everything is chanced.[Exeunt]

Read the excerpt from act 5, scene 3, of The Tragedy of Julius Caesar.MESSALA. Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meetThe noble Brutus, thrusting this reportInto his ears. I may say, "thrusting” it,For piercing steel and darts envenomed Shall be as welcome to the ears of BrutusAs tidings of this sight.TITINIUS. Hie you, Messala,And I will seek for Pindarus the while.[Exit MESSALA]Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? Did I not meet thy friends, and did not theyPut on my brows this wreath of victory,And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts?Alas, thou hast misconstrued everything!But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow. Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and IWill do his bidding. Brutus, come apace,And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.By your leave, gods,—this is a Roman’s part:Come, Cassius’ sword, and find Titinius’ heart.