Read the two excerpts from act 2, scene 1, of the tragedy of julius caesar. excerpt 1: [brutus.] since cassius first did whet me against caesar i have not slept. between the acting of a dreadful thing and the first motion, all the interim is like a phantasma or a hideous dream. the genius and the mortal instruments are then in council, and the state of man, like to a little kingdom, suffers then the nature of an insurrection. excerpt 2: brutus. kneel not, gentle portia. . you are my true and honourable wife, as dear to me as are the ruddy drops that visit my sad heart. portia. if this were true, then should i know this secret. . tell me your counsels; i will not disclose 'em. i have made strong proof of my constancy, giving myself a voluntary wound here in the thigh. can i bear that with patience, and not my husband's secrets? how do brutus’s moral dilemmas in each excerpt compare?