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And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?
Caf. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs? And when you do them
Bru. Casius, be content,
of both our armies here, (Which should perceive nothing, but love, from us) Let us not wrangle. Bid them move away ; Then in my Tent, Caffius, enlarge your griefs, And I will give you audience.
Bru. Lucilius, do the like ; and let no man
• Changes to the Inside of Brutus's Tent.
Re-enter Brutus and Caffius.
Bru. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a case:
Caf. In such a time as this, it is not meet
Bru. Yet let me tell you, Casius, you yourself
Caf. I an itching palm?
Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption,
Caf. Brutus, bay not me,
Bru. Go to; you are not Casius.
Caf. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself—-
Bru. Away, light man !
Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
Gods ! must I endure all this? Bru. All this ! ay,
Fret, 'till your proud heart break; Go, shew
flaves how choleric you are,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
Caf. 'Is it come to this?
Bru. You say, you are a better foldier; Let it appear fo; make your Vaunting true, And it Thall please me well. For mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Caf. You wrong me
every way you wrong mc, Brutus ; I said, an elder soldier; not a better. Did I say, better? Bru. If
did, I care not. Caf. When Cæsar liv'd, he durft not thus have
mov'd me. Bru. Peace, peace, you durft not so have tempted
Bru. You have done that, you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me, as the idle wind, Which I respect not. For certain lums of gold, which you deny'd me; For I can raise no money by vile means; By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachma's, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any Indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me; was that done like Casius? Should I have answer'd Caius Caffius so? When Marcus Brutus grows
covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
I did send to you
Be ready, Gods, with all your thunderbolts,
Caf. I deny'd you not.
Caf. I did not Che was but a fool, [heart.
Bru. I do not. Still you practise them on me.
Bru. A flatt'rer's would not, tho they do appear As huge as high Olympus.
Caf. Come, Antony, and young Ottavius, come; Revenge yourselves alone on Cnslius, For Cafius is a weary of the world; Hated by one he loves ; brav'd by his brother; Check'd like a bondman; all his faults obferv'd; Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote, To cast into
teeth. My fpirit from mine eyes - There is my dagger, And here my naked breaft-within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' Mine, richer than gold; If that thou needst a Roman's, take it forth. 1, that deny'd thee gold, will give my heart; Strike as thou didst at Cæfar; for I know, When thou didft hate him worst, thou lov'dft him Than ever thou lov'dft Caffius.
Caf. Hath Cassius liv'd
O I could weep
When grief, and blood ill-temper’d, vexeth him ?
Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper’d too.
Caf. Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour, which my mother gave me, Makes me forgetful ?
Bru. Yes, Caffius, and from henceforth When you are over-earnest with
Brutus, He'll think, your mother chides, and leave you so.
(A noise within. Poet. [within.] Let me go in to see the Generals ; There is some grudge between 'em, 'tis not meet They be alone.
Luc. (within.] You shall not come to them.
Poet. For shame, you Generals ; what do you mean? Love, and be friends, as two such men should be; For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye.
Caf. Ha, ha-how vilely doth this Cynic'rhime ! Bru. Get you hence, firrah; faucy fellow, hence. Caf. Bear with him, Brutus, 'tis his fashion.
Bru. I'll know his humour, when he knows his time; What should the wars do with these jingling fools ? Companion, hence. Caf. Away, away, begone.
S CE N E IV.
Enter Lucilius, and Titinius. UCILIUS and Titinius, bid the commanders
Prepare to lodge their companies 10-night. Caf. And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you