Read this extract, and then answer the question that follows it: Brutus: Another general shout! I do believe that these applauses are For some new honours that are heap'd on Caesar. Cassius: Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. 5 Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. 10 'Brutus' and 'Caesar'. What should be in that 'Caesar'? Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together: yours is as fair a name. Sound them: it doth become the mouth as well. Weigh them: it as heavy. Conjure with 'em: 'Brutus' will start a spirit as soon as 'Caesar'. 15 Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed, That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham'd! Rome, thou has lost the breed of noble bloods! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was fam'd with more than with one man? When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome, That her wide walls encompass'd but one man? Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough, 20 25 When there is in it but one only man. O! you and I have heard our fathers say There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd Th' eternal devil to keep his state in Rome As easily as a king. 30 Brutus: That you do love me, I am nothing jealous; What you would work me to, I have some aim; How I have thought of this, and of these times, I shall recount hereafter. For this present, I would not, so with love I might entreat you, Be any further mov'd. What you have said I will consider; what you have to say I will with patience hear; and find a time Both meet to hear and answer such high things. Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this: Brutus had rather be a villager Than to repute himself a son of Rome Under these hard conditions as this time Is like to lay upon us. Cassius: I am glad that my weak words Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus. Re-enter Caesar and his Train. Brutus: The games are done, and Caesar is returning. Cassius: As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve, 35 40 45 And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you What hath proceeded worthy note to-day. Brutus: I will do so. 50