A Bar on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
CAESAR Et tu, Bruté? —Then fall, Caesar
falls off the bar stool mimicking time of his Death
CINNA Tequila! Fries! Drama is dead!
Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.
Brutus annoyed, have you been drinking again JC?
BRUTUS Dead People and Angels, be not affrighted.
Fly not. Stand still. Caesar’s debt is paid.