SCENE III. Within the tent of Brutus. Lucius and Titinius at some distance from it. Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS. Cas. That you have wrong'd me, doth appear in You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella, Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a case. To undeservers. Cas. I an itching palm? You know, that you are Brutus that speak this, Bru. Remember March, the ides of March re- Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? 5 Trifling. 1 What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, Cas. Brutus, bay not me, I'll not endure it: you forget yourself, Bru. Cas. I am. Go to; you're not, Cassius. 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! Cas. Is't possible? Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares? Cas. O ye gods! ye gods! Must I endure all this? Go, show your slaves how cholerick you are, 6 Bait, bark at. 7 Limit my authority. 8 Terms, fit to confer the offices at my disposal Under your testy humour? By the gods, Cas. Is it come to this? Bru. You say, you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: For mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better : Did I say, better? Bru. If you did, I care not. Cas. When Cæsar liv'd, he durst not thus have mov'd me. Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love, may do that I shall be sorry for. Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats : For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me, as the idle wind, Which I respect not. I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me;- By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: Was that done like Cassius? Cas. Bru. You did. Cas. I did not:-he was but a fool, That brought my answer back.-Brutus hath riv'd' A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Bru. I do not like your faults. Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults. 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 aweary of the world: Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother; My spirit from mine eyes!-There is my dagger, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst him better Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius. Be Bru. Sheath your dagger: angry when you will, it shall have scope; Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger, as the flint bears fire; Cas. Cas. Bru. me your hand. 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, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, [Noise within. Poet. [Within.] Let me go in to see the generals; |