Read the excerpt from act 5, scene 5, of Julius Caesar.[BRUTUS.] It is more worthy to leap in ourselvesThan tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,Thou know’st that we two went to school together.Even for that, our love of old, I prithee,Hold thou my sword hilts, whilst I run on it. . . .So fare you well at once, for Brutus’ tongueHath almost ended his life’s history.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 faceWhile I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?STRATO. Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord.BRUTUS. Farewell, good Strato.[Runs on his sword]Caesar, now be still:I killed not thee with half so good a will.