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Bru. For your life you durst not.
Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love,
Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for.
Cas. I denied you not.
Bru. You did.
Cas. I did not: —he was but a fool, That brought my answer back — Brutus hath rived my heart: A friend should bear a friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
Bru. I do not till you practice them on me.
Cas. You love me not.
Bru. I do not like your faults.
Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.
Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;
Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observed,
Set in a note-book, learn'd and conn'd by rote,
To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes ! — There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast; within, a heart
Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold:
If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth;
I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:
Strike, as thou didst at Ca;sar; for, I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better
Than ever tho.u lovedst Cassius.
Bru. Sheath your dagger:
Cas. Hath Cassius lived
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 1
Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me,
Bru. Yes, Cassius; and, henceforth,
Shakspere. CLARENCE AND BRAKENBURY.
Brakenbury. Why looks your grace so heavily to-day? Clarence. O, I have pass'd a miserable night, So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days; So full of dismal terror was the time. Brak. What was your dream, my lord? I pray you tell me. Clar. Methought that I had broken from the tower, And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy, And in my company my brother Gloucester, Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches. Thence we look'd toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster, That had befallen us. As we pass'd along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloucester stumbled, and in falling, Struck me (that sought to stay him) overboard, Into the tumbling billows of the main. Lord, Lord, methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in my ears! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels; All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's sculls; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept, As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And niock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Brak. Had you such leisure in the time of death,
Clar. Methought I had; and often did I strive
Who cried aloud "What scourge for perjury
Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence 1"
Dabbled in blood, and he shriek'd out aloud
"Clarence is come, false, fleeting, perjured Clarence, That stabbed me in the field by Tewksbury!
Seize on him, furies! take him to your torments!"
With that, methought a legion of foul fiends
Brak. No marvel, lord, that it affrighted you;
Clar. O Brakenbury, I have done those things
But thou wilt be aveng'd on my misdeeds,
0 spare my guiltless wife, and my poor children!
I pray thee, Brakenbury, stay by me:
OTHELLO AND IAGO.
Iago. My noble lord —.
Othello. What dost thou say, Iago?
Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady, Know of your love?
Oth. He did, from first to last. Why dost thou ask?
Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought; No further harm.
Oth. Why of that thought, Iago!
Iago. I did not think he had been acquainted with her.
Oth. O yes; and went between us very oft.
Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed; — Discern'st thou aught in that? Is he not honest?
Iago. Honest, my lord?
Oth. Ay, honest,
Iago. My lord, for aught I know.
Oth. What dost thou think?
Iago. Think, my lord?
Oth. Think, my lord!