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Bru. I say you are not.
Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further,
Bru. Away, slight man!
Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
Cas. Oye Gods! ye Gods! must I endure all this!
heart break: Go, show your slaves how cholerick you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth; I'll use you for my mirth; yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Cas. Is it come to this?
Bru. You say you are a better soldier;
better? Bru. If you did, I care not. Cas. When Cæsar lived, he durst not thus have
moved me. Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempt
for. Bru. You have done that
for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats;
For I am armed so strong in honesty,
denied Was that done like Cassius?
Cas. I denied you not.
Cas. I did not: he was but a fool
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities;
Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me.
Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear As huge as high Olympus.
Cas. Come Antony! and young Octavius, come! Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius: For Cassius is a-weary of the world:Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother; Checked like a bondman; all his faults observed, Set in a note book, learned and conned, by rote, To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep My spirit from mine eyes!—There is my dagger, And here my naked breast—within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold; If that thou be’st a Roman take it forth: I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart. Strike as thou didst at Cæsar; for I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him
better Than ever thou loved'st Cassius.
Bru. Sheath your dagger:
when you will, it shall have scope:
Cas. Hath Cassius lived
Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered too.
Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour which my mother gave me, Makes me forgetful?
Bru. Yes, Cassius; and henceforth,
your mother chides, and leave you so.
. LADY OF THE LAKE. Scene....A rock, with a watch-fire burning near it. A
Scotch Highlander, wrapped in his tartan, is discovered sleeping by it. Enter King James, in a warrior's garb.
Soldier, (grasping his sword and springing on his feet.] Thy name and purpose, Saxon?-stand!
James. A stranger.
Sold. Art thou a friend to Roderick?
Sold. Thou durst not call thyself his foe?
James. I dare to him and all the band He brings to aid his murderous hand.
Sold. Bold words! But, though the beast of game The privilege of chase may claim; Though space and law the stag we lend, Ere hound we slip, or bow we bend, Who ever cared where, how, or when The prowling fox was trapped or slain? Thus treacherous scouts, yet sure they lie, Who say thou com’st a secret spy.
James. They do, by heaven! Come Roderick Dhu, And of his clan the boldest two, And, let me but till morning rest, I'll write the falsehood on their crest.
Sold. If by the blaze I mark aright, Thou bear'st the belt and spur of knight.
James. Then by these tokens may'st thou know Each proud oppressor's mortal foe,
Sold. Enough, enough; sit down and share A soldier's couch, a soldier's sare. [They sit down and eat together, and in a few moments
the soldier continues the conversation.]
James. I take thy courtesy, by Heaven; As freely as 'tis nobly given.
Sold. Why seek these wilds, traversed by few, Without a pass from Roderick Dhu?
James. Brave man, my pass, in danger tried,
Sold. Yet, why a second venture try?
James. A warrior thou and ask me why?
Sold. Thy secret keep; I urge thee not,
James. No, by my word; of bands prepared
pennons will abroad be flung, Which else in Doune had peaceful hung.
Sold. Free be they flung! for we are loath