Read the excerpt from act 5, scene 5, of The Tragedy of Julius Caesar.[BRUTUS.] Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,That have but laboured to attain this hour. . . .I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord.Thou art a fellow of a good respect.Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it. Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? STRATO. Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord.BRUTUS. Farewell, good Strato. . . .Caesar, now be still:I killed not thee with half so good a will.