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Or shall we on, and not depend on you?

Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was, indeed, Began to water. Is thy master coming?
Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Caesar. Serv. He lies to-night within seven leagues of Rome.
Friends am I with you all, and love you all; Ant. Post back with speed, and tell him what
Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons,

hath chanc'd:
Why, and wlierein, Caesar was dangerous. Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,

Brü. Or else were this a savage spectacle: No Rome of safety for Octavius yet;
Oar reasons are so full of good regard,

Ilie hence, and tell him so! Yet, stay a while!
That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar,

Thou shalt not back, till I have borne this corse You should be satisfied.

Into the market-place: there shall I try, Ant. That's all I seek :

In my oration, how the people take And am moreover suitor, that I may

The cruel issue of these bloody men; Produce his body to the market-place;

According to the which thou shalt discourse And in the pulpit, as becomes a'friend,

To young Octavius of the state of things.
Speak in the order of his funeral.

Lend me your hand! [Exeunt with Caesar's body.
Bru. You shall, Mark Antony!
Cus. Brutus, a word with you!

SCENE II. - The same. The Forum
You know not what you do ; do not consent, [Aside. Enter Brutus and Cassius, and a throng of Citizens.
That Antony speak in his funeral:

Cit. We will be satisfied! let us be satistied!
Know you how much the people may be mov'd Bru. Then follow me, and give me audience,
By that which he will utter?

friends! Bru. By your pardon!

Cassius, go you into the other street, I will myself into the pulpit first,

And part the numbers. And show the reason of our Caesar's death:

Those, that will hear me speak, let them stay here; What Antony shall speak, I will protest

Those, that will follow Cassius, go with him; He speaks by leave and by permission;

And public reasons shall be rendered And that we are contented, Caesar shall

Of Caesar's death. Have all true rites, and lawful ceremonies.

1 Cit. I will hear Brutus speak. It shall advantage more, than do us wrong. 2 Cit. I will hear Cassius; and compare their reasons, Cas. I kuow not what may fall; I like it not.

When severally we hear them rendered. Bru. Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body.

[Exit Cassius, with some of the Citizens. You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,



into the rostrum. But speak all good you can devise of Caesar; 3 Cit. The noble Brutus is ascended : Silence! And say, you do’t by our permission;

Bru. Be patient till the last ! Llse shall you not have any hand at all

Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my About his funeral: and you shall speak In the same pulpit whereto I am going,

cause; and be silent, that you may hear : believe me

for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, Aster my speech is ended.

that you may believe: censure me in Ant. Be it so;

and awake your senses, that you may the better I do desire no more.

judge. If there be any in this assembiy, any dear Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us ! (Exeunt all but Antony. Caesar was no less than his.*'sf then that friend

friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Ant. O pardon me, thou piece of bleeding earth, demand, why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man,

answer,—not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved 'That ever lived in the tide of times.

Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living,

die all slaves; than that Caesar were Woe to the hand, that shed this costly blood ! free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he Over thy wounds now do I prophecy, Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, honour him: bat, as he was ambitious

, I slew hisz

was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue;
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ;
Domestic fury, and fierce civil strife,

honour, for his valour; and death, for his ambition, Shall cumber all the parts of Italy:

Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If Blood and destruction shall be so in use,

any, speak; for him have I otlended. Who is here And dreadful objects so familiar,

so rude, that would not be a Roman? Ifany, speak; That mothers shall but smile, when they behold

for him have I oilended. Who is here so vile

, ths

will not love his country? It'any, speak; for his
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; have I oifended. I pause for a reply.
All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds:
And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,

Cit. None, Brutus, none! (Several speaking
With Até by his side, come hot from hell,

Bru. Then none have I offended. I have done e
Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice,

more to Caesar, than you should do to Brutus

, The Cry Havock, and let slip the dogs of war;

question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol

: bis
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.

Enter a Servant.
You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?
Serv. I do, Mark Antony!
Ant. Caesar did write for him to come to Rome. the benefit of his dying,
Serv. He did receive his letters, and is coming :
And bid me say to you by word of mouth,
O Caesar!

Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes,

Cit. Live, Brutús, live! live!

your wisdom;

aod dead, to lire all

There is tears, for his love; joy, for his fortune;

at ons

a place in the conimos

his offences enforced, for which he suffer'd death. glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nur

Enter AXTONY, and Others, with Caesar's body. Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony, who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive

wealth; as which of you shall not? With this ! Ant. Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep! it shall please my country io necd my death.

depart; that, as I slew my best lover for the goods

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1 Cit. Bring him with triumph home unto his house. 4 Cit. Mark'd ye his words? He would not take 2 Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors.

the crown; 3 Cit. Let him be Caesar.

Therefore, 'tis ccrtain, he was not ambitious. 4 Cit. Caesar's better parts

1 Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. Shall now be crown'd in Brutus.

2 Cit. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with 1 Cit. We'll bring him to his house with shouts and weeping. clamours.

3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome than Bru. My countrymen,


4 Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak. 2 Cit. Peace; silence! Brutus speaks.

Ani. But yesterday, the word of Caesar might 1 Cit. Peace, ho!

Have stood against the world: now lies he there,
Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone, And none so poor to do him reverence.
And, for my sake, stay here with Antony:

O masters! if I were dispos’d to stir
Do grace to Caesar's corpse, and grace his speech Your hearts and minds to matiny and rage,
Tending to Caesar's glories, which Mark Antony, I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
By our permission, is allow'd to make.

Who, you all know, are honourable men:
I do entreat you, not a man depart,

I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
Save I alone, till Antony have spoke. [Exit. To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you,
1 Cit. Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony. Than I will wrong such honourable men.
3 Cit. Let him go up into the public chair; But here's a parchment, with the seal of Caesar,
We'll hear him. — Noble Antony, go up!

I found it in his closet, 'tis his will :
Ant. For Brutus' sake, I am beholden to you. Let but the commons hear this testament,
4 Cit. What does he say of Brutus?

(Which, pardop me, I do not mean to read,)
s Cit. He says, for Brutus' sake,

And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds,
He finds himself beholden to us all.

And dip their napkins in his sacred blood;
4 Cit. 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here. Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
1 Cit. This Caesar was a tyrant.

And, dying, mention it within their wills,
3 Cit. Nay, that's certain :

Bequcathing it, as a rich legacy,
We are bless'd, that Rome is rid of him.

Unto their issue.
3 Cit. Peace! let us hear what Antony can say.

4 Cit. We'll hear the will. Read it, Mark Antony! Ant. You gentle Romans,

Cit. The will, the will! we will hear Caesar's will! Cit. Peace, ho! let us hear him!

Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your

read it;

It is not meet you know how Caesar lov'd you. I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

You are not wood, you are not stones, but men;
The evil, that men do, lives after them;

And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar,
The good is oft interred with their bones; It will inflame you, it will make you mad :
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ;
Hath told you, Caesar was ambitious :

For if you should, 0, what would come of it!
If it were so, it was a grievous fault;

4 Cit. Read the will! we will hear it, Antony! And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.

You shall read us the will; Caesar's will!
Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest,

Ant. Will you be patient? Will you stay a while ? (For Brutus is an honourable man;

I have o'ershot myself, to tell you of it.
So are they all, all honourable men;)

I fear, I wrong the honourable men,
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.

Whose daggers have stabb’d Caesar: I do fear it.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:

4 Cit. They were traitors: honourable men! But Brutus says, he was ambitious;.

Cit. The will! the testament!
And Brutus is an honourable man.

2 Cit. They were villains, murderers! The will!
He hath brought many captives home to Rome, read the will!
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Ant. You will compel me then to read the will ?
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious ?

Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar,
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; And let me show you him that made the will.
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff :

Shall I descend? And will you give me leave?
Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious;

Cit. Come down !
And Brutus is an honourable man.

2 Cit. Descend ! (He comes down from the pulpit. You all did see, that on the Lupercal,

8 Cit. You shall have leave. I thrice presented him a kingly crown,

4 Cit. A ring! stand round ! Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? 1 Cit. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body! Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious;

2 Cit. Room for Antony; - most noble Antony ! And, sure, he is an honourable man.

Ant. Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off!
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,

Cit. Stand back! room! bear back!
But here I am to speak what I do know.

Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
You all did love him once, not without cause; You all do know this mantle; I remember
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him? The first time ever Caesar put it on;
O judgment, thou art fied to brutish beasts, 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent;
And men have lost their reason !- Bear with me; That lay he overcame the Nervii: -
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, Look! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through:
And I must pause, till it come back to me. See, what a rept the envious Casca made:
1 Cit. Methiuks, there is much reason in his sayings. Through this, the well-beloved Brutus stabb’d;
2 Cit. If thou consider rightly the matter,

And, as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
Caesar has had great wrong.

Mark how the blood of Caesar follow'd it;
3 Cit. Has he, masters?

As rushing out of doors, to be resolv'd
I fear, there will a worse come in his place. If Brutus so unkindly knock’d, or no;


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For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: On this side Tyber; he hath left then ron,
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar lov'd him! And to your heirs for ever; common pleasures,
This was the most unkindest cut of all:

To walk abroad, and recreate yourselve.

0 For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,

Here was a Caesar. When comes such wher?
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,

1 Cit. Never, never! - Come, away, aur!

WE Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart; We'll burn his body in the holy place


A And, in his mantle mufiling up his face,

And with the brands fire the traitors' hous.

Even at the base of Pompey's statua,

Take up
the body!

Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. 2 Cit. Go, fetch fire!

Но 0, what a fall was there, my countrymen!

3 Cit. Pinck down benches!

L Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,

4 Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing! Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.

(Exeunt Citizens, with the best

0, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel Ant. Now let it work. Mischief, thou art dick
The dint of pity: these are gracious drops. Take thou what course thou wilt! – How now, kier!
Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold

Enter a Servant.

Onr Caesar's vestore wounded? Look you here, Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Nene 0C
Here is himself, marr’d, as you see, with traitors. Ant. Where is he?
i rit. O piteous spectacle !

Serv. He and Lepidus are at Caesar's house

. 2 Cit. O noble Caesar!

Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him; In 8 Cit. O woeful day!

He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry, 4 Cit. O traitors, villains!

And in this mood will give us any thing. 1 Cit. O most bloody sight!

Serv. I heard him say, Brutas aud Cassius T 2 Cit. We will be revenged: revenge! about, – Are rid like madmen through the gates of home

, seek, – burn, – fire, – kill, — slay!- let not a trai- Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the peow,

T tor live!

How I had mov’d them. Bring me to Octavias! Putz Ant. Stay, countrymen!

SCENE I. - The same. A street. 1 Cit. Peace there! – Hear the noble Antony!

"Enter Cixxa, the poet. 2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die Cin. I dreamt to-night, that I did feast with Caesar, with him! Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir I have no will to wander forth of doors,

And things unluckily charge my fantasy:
you up

Yet something leads me forth.
To such a sudden flood of mutiny.

Enter Citizens.
They, that have done this deed, are honourable; 1 Cit. What is your name?
What private griefs they have, alas, I kuow not, 2 Cit. Whither are you going?
That made them do it; they are wise and honourable, 3 Cit. Where do you dwell?
And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 4 Cit. Are you a married man, or a
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; 2 Cit. Answer every man directly.
I am no orator, as Brutus is :

1 lit. Ay, and briefly.
But, as you know me all, a plain blant man,

4 Cit. Ay, and wisely.
That love my friend; and that they know full well 3 Cit. Ay, and truly, you were best.
That gave me public leave to speak of him.
For I have neither wit, nor words, vor worth,

Cin, What is my name? Whither am I go
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,

Where do I dwell ? Am I a married mau, or a los
To stir men's blood: I only speak right on;
I tell you that, which you yourselves do know;

briefly, wisely; and truly. Wisely I say, I am a bacheler. Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb ! cat

2 Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fors mouths,

Proceed; directly!
And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, Cin. Directly, I am going to Caesar's fugers

And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony

1 Cit. As a friend, or an enemy?
Would rofile up your spirits, and put a tongue Cin. As a friend.
In every wound of Caesar, that should move 2 Cit. That matter is answered directly.
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Cit. We'll mutiny!

4 Cit. For your dwelling, – briefly!

Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. 1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus!

3 Cit. Your name, sir, truly ! 3 Cit. Away then, come, seek the conspirators ! Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna. Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen! yet hear me speak! 1 Cit. Tear him to pieces, he's a Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony !! Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet! Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what:

his bad verses !

4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him fer Wherein hath Caesar thus deserv'd

Cit. I am not Cinna the conspirator.
Alas, you know not: -I must tell you then :-
You have forgot the will I told you of.

2 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Clona; plack Cit. Most true;

but his name out of his heart, and turn him going the will!

the will; - let's stay and hear 3 Cit. Tear him!tear him! Come, brands, hol fire Ant. Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal,

brands! To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all! Some to To every Roman citizen he gives,

Decius' house, and some to Casca's; some to Liga

rius': away, go!
To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.
2 Cit. Most noble Caesar !-we'll revenge his death!
3 Cit. O royal Caesar!

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Ant. Hear me with patience!


The same. A room in Antone's house. Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,

ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDOS, seated at a table. His private arbours, and new-planted orchards,

Ant. These many then shall die; their pames are




your loves ?


Cit. Peace,

ne? ering? 11?

Oct. Your brother too must die. Consent you, Le-Bat that my noble master will appear

Such as he is, full of regard, and honour.
iej. I do consent.

Bru. He is not cwabted.- A word, Lucilius !
Oci. Prick ?im down, Antony!

How he receiv'd you, let me be resolv'd.
Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live, Luc. With courtesy, and with respect enough;
Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony !

But not with such familiar instances,
Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him. Nor with such free and friendly conference,
se te te But, Lepidus, go you to Caesar's house;

As he hath us'd of old.
Fetch the will hither, and we will determine

Bru. Thou hast describ'd
Ilow to cut off some charge in legacies.

A hot friend cooling. Ever note, Lucilius,
Lep. What, shall I find you here?

When love begins to sicken and decay, is, viding Oct. Or here, or at

It useth an enforced ceremony. LETA 15 The Capitol.

(Exit Lepidus. There are no tricks in plain aud simple faith: Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man,

But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
Meet to be sent on errands. Is it fit,

Make gallant show and promise of their mettle: 267. The three-fold world divided, he should stand But, when they should endure the bloody sprr, a. read One of the three to share it?

They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades, Oct. So you thought him ;

Sink in the trial. Comes his army on? are st (* And took his voice who should be prick'd to die, Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarIn our black sentence and proscription.

ter'd; Frosti" Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you : The greater part, the horse in general, vens e And though we lay these houours on this mau, Are come with Cassius,

(March within. Bitti To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, Bru. Hark, he is arrived !-oughts. He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold, March gently on to meet him. et To groan and sweat under the business,

Enter Cassius and Soldiers.
Either led or driven, as we point the way:

Cas. Stand, ho!
se saned And having brought our treasure where we will, Bru. Stand, ho! speak the word along.
1, Then take we down his load, and turn him off,

Within. Stand ! that I Like to the empty ass, to shake his cars,

Within. Stand ! remis Avd graze in commons.

IV ithin, Stand ! organet Oct. You may do your will;

Cas. Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.
But he's a tried and valiant soldier.

Bru. Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies ?
Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that, And, if not so, low should I wrong a brother?
I do appoint him store of provender.

Cus. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs;
It is a creature that I teach to fight,

And when you do them
To wind, to stop, to run directly on;

Bru. Cassius, be content, 232,4* His corporal motion govern’d by my spirit. Speak your griefs softly, - I do know you well:And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;

Before the eyes of both our armies here,
He must be taught, and train’d, and bid go forth : Which should perceive nothing but love from us,
A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds

Let us not wrangle. Bid them move away: were bei On objects, arts, and imitations ;

Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
Which, out of use, and stuld by other men, And I will give you audience.
Begin his fashion. Do not talk of him,

Cas. Pindarus,
But as a property. And now, Octavius,

Bid our commanders lead their charges off
Listen great things.- Brutus and Cassius,

A little from this ground.
Are levying powers: we must straight make head: Bru. Lucilius, do the like; and let no man
Therefore, let our alliance be combin'd,

Come to our tent, till we have done our conference. Our best friends made, and our best means stretch'd Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. (E.reunt. out;

SCENE III. -- I'ithin the tent of Britis. Lucius And let us presently go sit in council,

and Tiristus at some distance from it.
How covert matters may be best disclos'd,

Enter BRUTUS and Cassius.
open perils sarest answered.

Cus.That you have wrong'd me, dotn appear in this:
Oct. Let us do so: for we are at the stake, You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella,
And bay'd about with many enemies :

For taking bribes here of the Sardians ;
And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear, Wherein, my letters, praying on his side,
Millions of mischief.

[Exeunt. Because I knew the map, were slighted off.

Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a case.
SCENE II. - Before Brutu's' tent , in the camp near Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet

That every nice offence should bear his comment.
Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, Lucius, and Sol- Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself

diers : Titixius and PINDARUS, meeting them. Are much condemu'd to have an itching palı ;
Bru. Stand here!

To sell and mart your offices for gold,
Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand!

To undeservers.
Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near? Cas. I an itching palm ?
Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come

You know, that you are Brutus that speak this,
To do you salutation from his master.

Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.
(Pindarus gives a letter to Brutus. Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption,
Bru. He greets me well. - Your master, Pindarus, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
In his own change, or by ill officers,

Cas. Chastisement!
Hath given me some worthy cause to wish

Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember!
Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand, Did not great Julius bleed for justice sake?
I shall be satisfied.

What villain touch'd his body, that did stab,
Pin. I do not doubt,

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Cas, I did not :- he was but a fool,
But for supporting robbers; shall we now

That brought my answer back. — Brutus hath rir'd
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ?
And sell the mighty space of our large honours, A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
For so much trash, as may be grasped thus ?- But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,

Bru. I do not, till you practice them on me.
Than such a loman.

Cas. You love me not. Cas. Brutus, bay not me,

Bru, I do not like your faults. I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,

Cus. A friendly eye could never see such fanlts. To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I,

Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear Older in practice, abler than yourself

As huge, as high Olympus. To make conditions.

Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octarias, come, Bru. Go to; you're not, Cassius!

Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, Cas. I am.

For Cassius is aweary of the world: Bru. I say, you are not!

Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother; Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself ; Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observ’d, Have miod upon your health, tempt me no further. Set in a pote-book, learn’d and conn'd by rote, Bru. Away, slight man !

To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep Cas. Is't possible?

My spirit from mine eyes !-- There is my dagger,
Bru, Hear me, for I will speak!

And here my naked breast; within, a heart
Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Dearer than Plutus’ mine, richer than gold:
Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares ? If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ;
Cas. O ye gods! ye gods! Must I endure all this? I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart :
Bru. All this? ay, more! fret, till your proud Strike, as thon didst at Caesar; for, I know,
heart break;

When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov’st him
Go, show your slaves how choleric you are,

And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge ? Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius.
Must I observe you ? Must I stand and crouch Bru. Sheath your dagger :
Under your testy humour? By the gods,

Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.
Though it do split you ; for, from this day forth, O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, That carries anger, as the flint bears fire;
When you are waspish.

Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
Cas. Is it come to this?

And straight is cold again.
Bru. You say, you are a better soldier:

Cas. Hath Cassius liv'd
Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
And it shall please me well: for mine own part,

When grief, and blood ill-temper’d, veseth him? I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too. Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong me,

Cas. Do you confess so much ? Give me your hand. Brutus!

Bru. And my heart too. I said, an elder soldier, not a better :

Cas. O Brutus ! Did I say, better?

Bru. What's the matter? Bru. If you did, I care not.

Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, Cas. When Caesar liv'd, he durst not thus have When that rash humour, which my mother gave me,

Makes me forgetful?
Bru. Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempt- Bru. Yes, Cassius; and, henceforth,
ed him.

When you are over-earnest with your Bratus,
Cas. I durst not?

He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
Bru, No.
Cas. What? dorst not tempt him?

Poet. [Within.] Let me go in to see the generals;
Bru. For your life you durst not.

There is some grudge between them, 'tis not meet Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love; They be alone. I do that I shall be sorry for.

Luc. [Within.) You shall not come to them. Bru. You have done that, you shonld be sorry for.

Poet. [Within.] Nothing but death shall stay me. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats;

Enter Poet.
For I am arm’d so strong in honesty,

Cas. How now? What's the matter?
That they pass by me, as the idle wind,
Which I respect not. I did send to you

Poet. For shame, you generals; what do you mean?
For certain sums of gold, which you denied me;- For I have seen more years, I am sure, than we:

Love, and be friends, as two sich men should be; For I can raise no money by vile means:

Cas. Ha, ha! how vilely doth this eynic rhyme!
By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,

Bru. Get you henee, sirrah! saucy fellow, hence!
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring Cas. Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion.
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash Bru. I'll know his humour, when he knows his time
By any indirection. I did send
To you for gold to pay my legions,

What should the wars do with these jigging fools?

Companion, hence !
Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius? Cas. Away, away, be gone!
Should i have answer'd Caius Cassius so?

Enter Lucilius and Titinius.
When Marcos Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal connters from his friends,

Bru. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,

Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.
Dash him to pieces!

Cas. And come yourselves,andbringMessala with fel,

Immediately to us.
Cas. I denied you not.
Bru. You did.

Bru. Lucius, a bowl of wine.

moy'd me.

[Noise within


[Exit Poel.

[ Exeunt Lucilius and Tizinius.

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