For the Ides of March:
Once upon a time, I went to ye olde renaissance festival, and while I was there, I saw a show entitled _The Bloody, Horrible Mass Stabbing and Messy Death of Julius Caesar_ (Shakespeare as it was meant to be seen: without the boring parts.)
For extra humor they took a volunteer from the audience, wrapped him in a sheet and made him play Caesar.
I'd like to recount a scene from that show which I think will express both the humor and compression that it featured.
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Cassius: Brutus, might I entreat a word?
Cassius: Hail... Brutus?
Brutus: Caesar must die.
