Read this extract, and then answer the question that follows it: Caesar: Are we all ready? What is now amiss That Caesar and his Senate must redress? Metellus: Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar, Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat An humble heart. [Kneeling. 5 Caesar: I must prevent thee, Cimber. These couchings and these lowly courtesies Might fire the blood of ordinary men, And turn pre-ordinance and first decree Into the law of children. Be not fond 10 To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood That will be thaw’d from the true quality With that which melteth fools – I mean, sweet words, Low-crooked curtsies, and base spaniel fawning. Thy brother by decree is banished; 15 If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him, I spurn thee like a cur out of my way. Know, Caesar doth not wrong; nor without cause Will he be satisfied. 20 Metellus: Is there no voice more worthy than my own To sound more sweetly in great Caesar’s ear For the repealing of my banish’d brother? Brutus: I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar, Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may Have an immediate freedom of repeal. 25 Caesar: What, Brutus! Cassius: Pardon, Caesar! Caesar, pardon! As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall, To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. Caesar: I could be well mov’d, if I were as you; 30 If I could pray to move, prayers would move me; But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix’d and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament. The skies are painted with unnumb’red sparks, 35 They are all fire, and every one doth shine; But there’s but one in all doth hold his place. So in the world: ’tis furnish’d well with men, And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive; Yet in the number I do know but one 40 That unassailable holds on his rank, Unshak’d of motion; and that I am he, Let me a little show it, even in this That I was constant Cimber should be banish’d, And constant do remain to keep him so. 45 Cinna: O Caesar! Caesar: Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus? Decius: Great Caesar! Caesar: Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? Casca: Speak, hands, for me! 50 [They stab Caesar. Casca strikes the first, Brutus the last blow. Caesar: Et tu, Brute? – Then fall, Caesar! [Dies. How does Shakespeare make this such a dramatically powerful moment in the play? Support your ideas with details from the writing.