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Bru. Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine ene
mies? And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?
. Cas. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs; And when
do them Bru.
Cassius, be content,
Bru. Ļucilius, do the like;'and let no man Come to our tent, till we have done our conference. Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. [Ereunt.
Within the tent of Brutus.
Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS. Cas. That you have wrong'd me, doth appear in
this: You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella, For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein, my letters, praying on his side,
Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a case.
Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet
Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself,
I an itching palm
Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
Brutus, bay not me,
Older in practice, abler than yourself
Go to; you're not, Cassius.
Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.
Bru. Away, slight man!
Hear me, for I will speak.
Cas. O ye gods! ye gods! Must I endure all this? Bru. All this? ay, more: Fret, till your proud
heart break; Go, show your slaves how cholerick 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 digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you: for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish. Cas.
Is it come to this? Bru. You say, you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: For mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong me,
I said, an elder soldier, not a better :
If you did, I care not.
mov'd me. Bru: Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted
durst not. Cas. 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
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. I did send to you For certain sums 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 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, Which you deny'd 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,
I deny'd 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,
Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me.
I do not like your 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,