Neglect him not; make use now, and provide Must I then leave you? Must I needs forego Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not; Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, And prithee lead me in There take an inventory of all I have; To the last penny, 'tis the king's. And my integrity to heav'n is all My robe, I dare to call my own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Crom. Good Sir, have patience. Wol. So I have. Farewell The hopes of court! My hopes in heaven to dwell. Cas. LXXXVII. The QUARREL of BRUTUS and CASSIUS. HAT you have wrong'd me doth a appear in this, You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella, For taking bribes here of the Sardians; Wherein my letter (praying on his side, Gas. I an itching palm! You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Cas. Chastisement! Bru. Remember March; the ides of March remember; Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body that did stab, ay be grasped thus? I would rather be a dog and bay the moon, Cas. Brutus, bay not me, I'll not endure it; you forget yourself, Bru. Go to; you are not Cassius. Bru. I say you are not. Cas. Urge me no more. I shall forget myselfHave mind upon your health-tempt me no farther. Bru. Away, slight man! Cas. Is it possible? Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must give way to your rash choler? Shall I be frightened when a madman stares ? Cas. Must I endure all this! Bru. All this! ay more. Fret till your proud heart breaks. Go tell your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Cas. Is it come to this? Bru. You say you are a better soldier; I shall be glad to fearn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way-you wrong me, Brutus. Did I say a better? Bru. If you did I care not. Cas. When Cæsar lived he durst not thus have mov'd me. Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted him... Cas. I durst not! Bru. No! Cas. What! durst not tempt him? Bru. For your life you durst not. Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love: I may do what I shall be sorry for. Bru. You have done what you shall be sorry for. That they pass me as the idle wind, you denied me; For I can raise no money by vile means. To you for gold to pay my legion, Which you denied; was that done like Cassius? Cas. I denied you not. Bru. You did. Cas. I did not he was but a fool my That bore my answer back. Brutus hath rived Bru. I do not like your faults. Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults. Bru. A flatterer's would not, tho' they do Appear as huge as high Olympus. Cas. Come Anthony 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; heart. When thou did'st hate him worst, thou loved'st him bette Than ever thou loved'st Cassius. Bru. Sheath your dagger; Be angry when you will it shall have scope: That carries anger as a flint bears fire; Cas. Hath Cassius lived To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, When grief, and blood ill-temper'd vexed him? Cas. O Brutus ! Bru. What's the matter? 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 from henceforth. When you are over earnest with your Brutus, LXXXVIII. BEVIL and MYRTLE. Bev. SIR, I am extremely obliged to you for this honour. Myrt. The time, the place, our long acquaintance, and many other circumstances, which affect me on this oc, casion, obtige me, without ceremony or conference, to desire, that you will comply with the request in my letter, of which you have lately acknowledged the receipt. in a very un Bev. Sir, I have received a letter from you usual style. But as I am conscious of the integrity of my behaviour with respect to you, and intend that every thing in this matter shall be your own seeking, I shall understand nothing but what you are pleased to confirm face to face. You are therefore to take it for granted, that I have forgot the contents of your epistle. Myrt. Your cool behaviour, Mr. Bevil, is agreeable to the unworthy use you have made of my simplicity and. frankness to you. And I see your moderation tends to your own advantage, not mine; to your own safety, not to justice for the wrongs you have done your friend. Bev. My own safety! Mr. Myrtle. Myrt. Your own safety, Mr. Bevil. Bev. Mr. Myrtle, there is no disguising any longer that I understand what you would force me to. You know my principles upon that point; and you have often heard me express my disapprobation of the savage manner of deciding quarrels, which tyrannical custom has introduced, to the breach of all laws both divine and human. Myrt Mr. Bevil, Mr. Bevil! It would be a good first principle in those who have so tender a conscience that way, |