Read the excerpt from Julius Caesar , act 1, scene 1. [FLAVIUS.] Go you down that way towards the Capitol; This way will I. Disrobe the images, If you do find them decked with ceremonies. MARULLUS: May we do so? (65) You know it is the feast of Lupercal. FLAVIUS: It is no matter; let no images Be hung with Caesar’s trophies. I’ll about, And drive away the vulgar from the streets: So do you too, where you perceive them thick. (70) These growing feathers plucked from Caesar’s wing Will make him fly an ordinary pitch, Who else would soar above the view of men, And keep us all in servile fearfulness. [Exeunt] How does this scene most contribute to the plot?