Do not talk of him, But as a property. And now, Octavius, Our best friends made, and our best means stretch'd out: And let us presently go sit in council, How covert matters may be best disclosed, And open perils surest answered. Oct. Let us do so; for we are at the stake, And bay'd about with many enemies: And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear, Millions of mischiefs. [Exeunt. SCENE II. BRUTUS' Tent, in the Camp at Sardis. Drum. Enter BRUTUS, TREBONIUS, and SOLDIERS: PINDARUS meeting them. Bru. Stand, hoa! Tre. Give the word, hoa! and stand. Bru. What now, Trebonius, is Cassius near? Tre. He is at hand, and Pindarus is come To do you salutation from his master. Bru. He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus, In his own change, or by ill officers, Has given me some worthy cause to wish Things done, undone; but if he be at hand, Pind. I do not doubt, But that my noble master will appear, Bru. He is not doubted. A word, Trebonius→→→ How he received you, let me be resolved. Tre. With courtesy and with respect enough, Nor with such free and friendly conference, Bru. Thou hast described A hot friend, cooling: ever note, Trebonius, There are no tricks in plain and simple faith: Tre. They mean this night in Sardis to be quar ter'd: The greater part, the horse in general, Are come with Cassius. [Low March within. Enter CASSIUS and CASCA. Bru. Hark! he is arrived. Cas. Stand, hoa! Bru. Stand, hoa! speak the word along. Within. Stand! Within. Stand! Within. Stand! Cas. Most noble brother, you have done me wrong. Bru. Judge me, ye gods! Wrong I mine enemies? And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother? Cas. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs, And when you do them Bru. Cassius, be content, Speak your griefs softly, I do know you well. (Which should perceive nothing but love from us) Let us not wrangle. Bid them move away; Cas. Casca, Bid our commanders lead their charges off, Bru. Trebonius, do the like; and let no man Come to our tent, till we have done our conference: Do you and Casca guard the door. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The Inside of BRUTUS' Tent. Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS. Cas. That you have wrong'd me doth appear in You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella, Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a cause. Cas. In such a time as this it is not meet That every nice offence should bear its comment. Bru. Yet let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm; To sell and mart your offices for gold To undeservers. Cas. I an itching palm! You know that you are Brutus that speak this, |