Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats: Cas. Bru. You did. I denied you not. I did not: he was but a fool, That brought my answer back. Brutus hath riv'd† my heart: A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, 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 see such faults. As huge as high Olympus. [pear Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, * Coin. P + Split. BB Hated by one he loves: brav'd by his brother : Bru. Sheath your dagger: Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; And straight is cold again. Cas. Hath Cassius liv'd To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, When grief, and blood ill temper'd, vexeth him? Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill temper'd too. Cas. Do you confess so much; Give me your Bru. And my heart too. Cas. Bru. O Brutus! [hand. What's the matter? 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 henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so. 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 is Cas. Ha! Portia? Bru. She is dead. [dead. Cas. How scap'd I killing, when I cross'd you O insupportable and touching loss ! Upon what sickness? Bru. [so? Impatient of my absence; And grief, that young Octavius with Mark Antony Have made themselves so strong; -for with her death That tidings came. With this she fell distract, And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire. Cas. And died so? Bru. Even so. Cas. O ye immortal gods! Enter Lucius, with Wine and Tapers. Bru. Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine : In this I'll bury all unkindness, Cassius. [Drinks. OPPORTUNITY TO BE SEIZED ON ALL OCCASIONS OF There is a tide in the affairs of men, ACT V. THE PARTING OF BRUTUS AND CASSIUS. Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman, That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; Bru. Why, then, lead on.-O, that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come! MELANCHOLY, THE PARENT OF ERROR. O hateful error, melancholy's child! Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not! O error, soon conceiv'd, Thou never com'st unto a happy birth, But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee. ANTONY'S CHARACTER OF BRUTUS. This was the noblest Roman of them all: And common good to all, made one of them. KING LEAR. ACT I. A FATHER'S ANGER. LET it be so,-Thy truth then be thy dower: Scythian, The barbarous Or he that makes his generation‡ messes As thou my sometime daughter. BASTARDY. Thou, nature, art my goddess; to thy law My services are bound: Wherefore should I Stand in the plagues of custom; and permit The curiosity|| of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines Lag of a brother? Why bastard? wherefore base? + From this time. * Kindred. § The injustice. His children. || The nicety of civil institution. |