We went to Caesar's to fetch him to the Capitol, he was not as of yet ready to leave. He bid us to come in and enjoy some wine with him so that we "will straightaway go together."
"That every like is not the same, O Caesar,/ The heart of Brutus earns to think upon." This is what I mumbled to myself. This whole ordeal makes me 'think that not everyone who appears to be a friend might not be an actual real friend'.
Is this really the right and good thing to do for the good of Rome? I am still uncertain.
O! How this hurts my heart.
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