Wherein my letters, praying on his side That every nice1 offence should bear his comment. You know that you are Brutus that speaks this, Or, by the Gods, this speech were else your last. BRU. The name of Cassius honours this corruption, And Chastisement doth therefore hide his head. CASS. Chastisement! BRU. Remember March, the Ides of March Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? 30 ACT IV CASS. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no farther. BRU. Away, slight Man! CASS. Is 't possible? BRU. Hear me, for I will speak. 1 = trifling. ACT IV Sc. III Must I give way and room to your rash choler? 40 BRU. All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break; And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? CASS. 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 nobler men. 50 CASS. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus ; CASS. When Cæsar liv'd he durst not thus have mov'd me. BRU. Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him. BRU. NO. CASS. What, durst not tempt him? BRU. 60 For your life you durst not. CASS. Do not presume too much upon my love; I 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, For certain sums of gold, which you deny'd me: And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring 20 70 To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you deny'd me. Was that done like Cassius? Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so? CASS. I did not: he was but a fool that brought BRU. I do not like your faults. CASS. A friendly eye could never see such faults. As huge as high Olympus. CASS. Come, Antony and young Octavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, For Cassius is a-weary of the world; Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother; 80 When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst him better Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius. BRU. Sheathe your dagger: Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;1 VIII: H 1 room and verge, in which to work itself out. 57 ACT IV Sc. III ACT IV Who, much enforced, shews a hasty spark, CASS. Hath Cassius liv'd CASS. BRU. O Brutus What's the matter? my mother gave me CASS. Have not you love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour which BRU. Yes, Cassius; and, henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, LUCIL. [within.] You shall not come to them. 121 Enter Poet, followed by LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, and Lucius. POET. For shame, you Generals! what do you mean? CASS. Ha, ha! how vilely doth this Cynic rhyme! CASS. 139 CASS. And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you BRU. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs. If you give place to accidental evils. BRU. No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead. CASS. Ha! Portia ! BRU. She is dead. CASS. How 'scap'd I killing when I cross'd you so! O insupportable and touching loss! Upon what sickness? BRU. Impatience of my absence, And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony Have made themselves so strong (for with her death That tidings came) with this she fell distract, And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire. CASS. And died so? 150 ACT IV BRU. CASS. Even so. O ye immortal Gods! Re-enter LUCIUS, with wine and taper. BRU. Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine. CASS. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge. 160 [Exit LUCIUS. Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. Welcome, good Messala. Now sit we close about this taper here, And call in question our necessities. No more, I pray you. Messala, I have here received letters, 170 |