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Bru. Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him.
Cas. I durst not!
Cas. What, durst not tempt him ?
durst not. Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love ; I may do that
for. Bru. You have done that
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. I did send to you
For certain sums of gold, which you
For I can raise no money by vile means :
By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood for drachmas, 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,
denied me: was that done like Cassius ?
Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts ! —
Dash him to pieces !
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 his friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me.
Cas. You love me not.
I do not like
faults. Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.
Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
As huge as high Olympus.
Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is a-weary of the world ;-
Hated by one he loves ; braved by his brother;
Checked like a bondman; all his faults observed,
Set in a note-book, learned, and conned by rote,
To cast into my teeth. Oh, 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 Cæsar; for, I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov’dst him better
Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius.
Sheath your dagger :
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
Do what you will, dishonour shall be honour.
O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb
That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.
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 hand.
Bru. And my heart too.
What's the matter? Cas. Have not you love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour which my
gave me Makes me forgetful?
Bru. Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, Le'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
Macbeth. Act III., SCENE I.-FORRES. A ROOM IN THE PALACE.
Enter BANQUO. Ban. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, As the weird women promis’d; and I fear, Thou play’dst most foully for 't: yet it was said, It should not stand in thy posterity; But that myself should be the root and father Of many kings. If there come truth from them, (As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine,) Why, by the verities on thee made good, May they not be my oracles as well, And set me up in hope? But, hush, no more. Sennet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as King; LADY MACBETII,
as Queen ; LENOX, Rosse, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants.
Macb. Here's our chief guest.
If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great feast,
And all-thing unbecoming.
Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir,
And I'll request your presence.
Let your highness
Command upon me: to the which my
Are with a most indissoluble tie
For ever knit.
this afternoon ? Ban. Ay, my good lord.
Macb. We should have else desir'd your good advice
(Which still hath been both grave and prosperous)
In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow.
Is 't far
ride ? Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time 'Twixt this and supper : go not my horse the better, I must become a borrower of the night For a dark hour, or twain. Macb.
Fail not our feast. Ban. My lord, I will not.
Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd
In England, and in Ireland ; not confessing
Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers
With strange invention : but of that to-morrow;
When, therewithal, we shall have cause of state,
Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse : adieu,
Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you?
Ban. Ay, my good lord : our time does call upon us.
Macb. I wish your horses swift, and sure of foot,
And so I do commend you to their backs.
Let every man be master of his time
Till seven at night: to make society
The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself
Till supper-time alone : while then, God be with you !
[Esceunt Lady Macbeth, Lords, Ladies, etc. Sirrah, a word with you : attend those men Our pleasure ?
Atten. They are, my lord, without the palace gate.
Macb. Bring them before us.—
To be thus is nothing;
But to be safely thus : our fears in Banquo
Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature
Reigns that which would be fear'd : 'tis much he dares ;
And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,
He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour
To act in safety. There is none but he
Whose being I do fear: and, under him,
My Genius is rebuk’d; as, it is said,
Mark Antony's was by Cæsar. He chid the sisters,
When first they put the name of king upon me,
And bade them speak to him; then, prophet-like,
They hail'd him father to a line of kings:
Upon iny head they plac'd a fruitless crown,
And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding. If 't be so,
For Banquo's issue have I fild my mind;
For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd ;
Put rancours in the vessel of my peace
Only for them; and mine eternal jewel
Given to the common enemy of man,
To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings !
Rather than so, come, fate, into the list,
And champion me to the utterance !—Who's there?
Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers.
Now go to the door, and stay there till we call.
[Exit Altendant. Was it not yesterday we spoke together ?
1st Mur. It was, so please your highness. Macb.
Well then, now
Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know,
That it was he, in the times past, which held you
So under fortune ; which, you thought, had been
Our innocent self: this I made good to you
In our last conference ; pass'd in probation with you,
How you were borne in hand ; how cross'd; the instruments;
Who wrought with them ; and all things else, that might,
To half a soul, and to a notion craz’d,
Say, Thus did Banquo.
You made it known to us.
Macb. I did so; and went further, which is now
Our point of second meeting. Do you find
Your patience so predominant in your nature,
That you can let this go? Are you so gospell’d,
To pray for this good man, and for his issue,
Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave,
And beggar'd yours for ever!
We are men, my liege.
Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go
As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,
Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are cleped
All by the name of dogs : the valued file
Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
The housekeeper, the hunter, every one
According to the gift which bounteous nature
Hath in him clos'd; whereby he does receive
Particular addition, from the bill