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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,
Speak your griefs softly, I do know you well.
Before the


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.

Caf. Pindarus,
Bid our commanders lead their charges off
A little from this ground.

Bru. Lucilius, do the like ; and let no man
Come to our tent, 'till we have done our conference.
Let Lucius and Titinius guard the door. [Excunt.

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Changes to the Inside of Brutus's Tent.

Re-enter Brutus and Caffius.

in this,
You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella,
For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein, my letter (praying on his fide,
Because I knew the man,) was flighted off.

Bru. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a case:

Caf. In such a time as this, it is not meet
That ev'ry nice offence should bear its comment.

Bru. Yet let me tell you, Casius, you yourself
Are much condemn'd io have an itching palm ;
To fell and mart your offices for gold,
To undefervers.

Caf. I an itching palm?
You know, that you are Brutus, that speak this;
Or, by the Gods, this speech were else
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your laft.



Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption,
And chastisement doth therefore hide its head.
Caf. Chastisement !-

Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March re-
Did not great Julius bleed for justice fake?
What villain touch'd his body, that did ftab,
And not for justice? what, shall one of us,
That struck the foremost man of all this world,
But for supporting robbers ; fhall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ?
And fell the mighty space of our large honours
For so much trash, as may be grasped thus ?
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.

Caf. Brutus, bay not me,
l'll not endure it ; you forget yourself,
To hedge me in ;. I am a soldier, I,
Older in practice, abler than yourself
To make conditions.

Bru. Go to; you are not Casius.
Caf. I am
Bru. I say, you are not.

Caf. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself—-
Have mind upon your health-tempt me no farther.

Bru. Away, light man !
Caf. Is't possible?

Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler ?
Shall I be frighted, when a madman Nares ?
Caf. O Gods !


Gods ! must I endure all this? Bru. All this ! ay,

Fret, 'till your proud heart break; Go, shew


flaves how choleric you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?
Must I observe you ? must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humour ? by the Gods,
You shall digeft the venom of your fpleci,
Tho'it do split you: For, from this day forth,


I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are waspish.

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

Caf. I durft not!
Bru. No.
Caf. What? durft not tempt him ?
Bru, For


durft not.
Caf. Do not presume too much upon my love ;
I may do that, I shall be sorry for.

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,
Dash him to pieces.

Caf. I deny'd you not.
Bru. You did.

Caf. I did not Che was but a fool, [heart.
That brought my answer back.-Brutus hath riy'd my
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

Bru. I do not. Still you practise them on me.
Caf. You love me not.
Bru. I do not like your faults.
Caf. A friendly eye could never fee fuch faults.

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.

Bru. Sheath your dagger;
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope ;
Do what you will, dishonour fhall be humour.
O Caffius, you are yoked with a Lamb,
That carries anger, as the flint bears fire ;
Who, much enforced, shews a hafty fpark,
And straight is cold again,

Caf. Hath Cassius liv'd
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,


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. Do you confess so much ? give me your hand.
Bru. And my heart too.

Cas. O Brutus!
Bru, What's the matter?

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. [withiņ.] Nothing bụt death shall stay me.

Enter Poet.
Caf. How now ? what's the matter ?

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.

[Exit Poet.

Bru. L


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


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