Ingratitude, more ftrong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquish'd him: then burft his mighty heart: Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Cæfar fell. To any They that have done this deed are honourable. What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it; they are wife and honourable : But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That loves my friend; and that they know full well you And bid them fpeak for me. poor, poor, dumb mouths! But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony In every wound of Cæfar, that fhould move The ftones of Rome to rife and mutiny. CHAP. SHAKSPEARE XXVI. THE QUARREL OF BRUTUS AND CASSIUS. CASS. THAT you have wrong'd medothappear in this, You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella, BRU. You wrong'd yourfelf to write in fuch a cafe. That ev'ry nice offence thould bear its comment. CAS. I an itching palm ? You know, that you are Brutus that fpake this, CAS. Chaftifement!. BRU. Remember March, the ides of March remember! Did not great Julius bleed for justice fake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And And fell the mighty meed of our large honours CAS. Brutus, bay not me. I'll not endure it; you forget yourself, BRU. Go to: you are not, Caffius. BRU. I fay, you are not. CAS. Urge me no more; I fhall forget myfelf Have mind upon your health-tempt me no farther. BRU. Away, flight man! CAS. Is't poffible! BRU. Hear me, for I will speak. Muft I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares ? CAS. O gods! ye gods! muft I endure all this? BRU. All this? ay more. Fret till your proud heart break; Go tell your flaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Muft I budge? ► You shall digeft the venom of your fpleen, Tho' it do split you: For from this day forth, I'll ufe you for my mirth, yea for my laughter, CAS. Is it come to this? BRU. You fay, you are a better foldier; Let it appear For mine own part, CAS. You wrong me every way- I faid an elder foldier, not a better; I BRU. If you did, I care not. you wrong me, CAS. When Cæfar liv'd, he durft not thus have mov'd me, BRU. Peace, peace, you durft not so have tempted him. CAS. I durft not! BRU. No. CAS. What! durft not tempt him? BRU. For your life you durft not. CAS. Do not presume too much upon my love; may do what I fhall be forry for. BRU. You have done that you should be forry for. There is no terror, Caffius, in your threats; For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind, For certain fums of gold, which you deny'd me; By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachms, than to wring To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: was that done like Caffius? To lock fuch rafcal counters from his friends, Be Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts Dash him to pieces. 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, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. CAS. You love me not. BRU. I do not like your faults.. CAS. A friendly eye could never fee fuch faults. As huge as high Olympus. CAS. Come, Anthony, and young Octavius, come! Revenge yourfelves alone on Caffius, For Caffius is a weary of the world; Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother; 1 My fpirit from mine eyes!-There is my dagger, If that thou need't a Roman's, take it forth. I, that deny'd thee gold, will give my heart: : Strike as thou didst at Cæsar; for I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'd'ft him better Than ever thou lov'd'ft Caffius. BRU. Sheathe your dagger; Be angry when you will, it fhall have scope; Do |