Piso.  Not so: 
Rufus, the Captaine of the Guard, ’s with us,
And divers other oth’ Praetorian band
Already made (named?); many, though unacquainted
With our intents, have had disgrace and wrongs
Which grieve them still; most will be glad of change,
And even they that lov’d him best, when once
They see him gone, will smile oth’ comming times,
Let goe things past and looke to their owne safetie: 
Besides, th’astonishment and feare will be
So great, so sodaine that ’twill hinder them
From doing anything.

Mili.  No private businesse can concerne them all:  (aside) Their countenances are troubled and looke sad; Doubt and importance in their face is read.

Lucan.  Yet still, I think it were Safer t’attempt him private and alone.

Flav.  But ’twill not carry that opinion with it; ’Twill seeme more foule and come from private malice. Brutus and they, to right the common cause, Did chuse a publike place.

Scevin.[34] Our deed is honest, why should it seeke corners? 
Tis for the people done, let them behold it;
Let me have them a witnesse of my truth
And love to th’Common-wealth.  The danger’s greater,
So is the glory.  Why should our pale counsels
Tend whether feare rather then vertue calls them? 
I doe not like these cold considerings. 
First let our thoughts looke up to what is honest,
Next to what’s safe.  If danger may deterre us
Nothing that’s great or good shall ere be done: 
And, when we first gave hands upon this deed,
To th’common safetie we our owne gave up. 
Let no man venture on a princes death,
How bad soever, with beliefe to escape;
Dispaire must be our hope, fame o[u]r reward. 
To make the generall liking to concurre
With others (ours?) were even to strike him in his shame
Or (as he thinks) his glory, on the stage,
And so too truly make’t a Tragedy;
When all the people cannot chuse but clap
So sweet a close, and ’twill not Caesar be
That shall be slaine, a Roman Prince;
Twill be Alcmaeon or blind Oedipus.

Mili.  And if it be of publique matters ’tis not (aside)
Like to be talke or idle fault finding,
On which the coward onely spends his wisedome: 
These are all men of action and of spirit,
And dare performe what they determine on.

Lucan.  What thinke you of Poppaea, Tigellinus And th’other odious Instruments of Court?  Were it not best at once to rid them all?

Scevin.  In Caesars ruine Anthony was spared;
Lets not our cause with needlesse blood distaine. 
One onely mov’d, the change will not appeare;
When too much licence given to the sword,
Though against ill, will make even good men feare. 
Besides, things setled, you at pleasure may
By Law and publique Iudgement have them rid.