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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,
Speak your griefs softly,—I do know you well :-
Before the eyes 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, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
And I will give you audience.

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

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.
Lucius and Titinius at some distance from it.

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,
Because I knew the man, were slighted off.

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

Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet
That every 31 nice offence should bear his comment.

Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself,
Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm;
To sell and mạrt your offices for gold,
To undeservers.

I an itching palm
You know, that you are Brutus that speak this,
Or, by the gods; this speech were else your last.

Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

Cas. Chastisement!
Bru. Remember March, the ides of March re-

Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
What villain touch'd his body, that did stab;
And not for justice? What, shall one of us,
That struck the foremost man of all this world,
But for supporting robbers; shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes?
And sell 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 3..

Brutus, bay not me,
I'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.

Go to; you're not, Cassius.
Cas. I am.
Bru. I say, you are not.

Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.

Bru. Away, slight man!
Cas. Is't possible?

Hear me, for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares ?

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,


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I said, an elder soldier, not a better :
Did I say, better?

If you did, I care not.
Cas. When Cæsar liv'd, he durst not thus have

mov'd me. Bru: Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted

Cas. I durst not?
Bru. No.
Cas. What? durst not tempt him?


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,


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Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,
Dash him to pieces!

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

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.

Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me.
Cas. You love me not.

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,

Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is aweary of the world:
Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother ;
Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observ'd,
Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote,
To cast into my teeth. O, 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 deny'd thee gold, will give my heart :
Strike, as thou didst at Cæsar; for, I know,

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