Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing! But, hold thee, take this garland on thy brow; Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace, And see how I regarded Caius Cassius. By your leave, gods:–this is a Roman’s part Come, Cassius’ sword, and find Titinius’ heart.
like :’))) “so it was their very joy that brought about the tragedy. For Cassius at once assumed that Titinius had been captured by the enemy. He cried out, ‘I have loved life too much, and now I have clung to it until my friends are made prisoner before my very eyes.’” [plutarch]
I decided to engage in a little creative bending with the death of cassius in regards to the play because I’ve been thinking about the repetition of removing his head from his body across accounts
