When we last left our heroes, Caesar and the gang were off to watch men run around dressed in goat skins hitting people with whips, as you do on the Lupercal, while Brutus and Cassius lingered behind.
I love Brutus. He's so simultaneously self-important and incredibly earnest. I bet he's that really irritating kind of friend who tells you exactly how you've messed up your life, but only because he genuinely cares about you.