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: and Casca guard the door. Do you [Exeunt. SCENE III. The Inside of BRUTUS' Tent. 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 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; Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corrup tion, And chastisement doth therefore hide its head. Cas. Chastisement ! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remem ber: Did not great Julius bleed, for justice sake? Cas. Brutus, bay not me, I'll not endure it; I am a soldier, I, 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't possible? Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Cas. O gods! ye gods! must I endure all this? Go show slaves how choleric you are, your And make your bondmen tremble.-Must I budge? 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 my 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 1 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 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; may do that I shall be sorry for. Bru. You have done that you should be sorry For I am arm'd so much in honesty, for. For certain sums of gold, which you deny'd me:--- 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?— When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, Cas. I deny'd you not. Bru. You did. Cas. I did not- -he was but a fool, That brought my answer back- -Brutus hath riv'd my heart A friend should bear a 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 flatt'rer's would not, tho' 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; brav'd by his brother; 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. Cas. Hath Cassius liv'd To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too. Cas. Do you confess so much? give me your hand. Bru, And my heart too. Cas. O Brutus ! Bru. What's the matter? [Embracing. 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, Lucius, a Bowl of wine. Cas. I did not think you could have been so angry. [Exit LUCIUS. Bru. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs. Cas. Of your philosophy you make no use, If you give place to accidental evils. Bru. No man bears sorrow better-Portia's dead. Cas. Ha! Portia? Bru. She is dead. Cas. How 'scap'd I killing, when I cross'd you so? O insupportable and touching loss! Upon what sickness ? Bru. Impatient of my absence, And grief, that young Octavius, with Mark Antony, Have made themselves so strong: (for with her death Those tidings came) with this she fell distract, And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire. Cas. And dy'd so? Bru. Even so. Cas. O ye immortal gods! Enter LUCIUS, with Wine. Bru. Speak no more of her ; give me a bowl of wine. In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius. [Drinks.. |