For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, For certain sums of gold, which you denied me: Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so? [Cassius.] I denied you not. [Brutus.] You did. [Cassius.] I did not: he was but a fool That brought my answer. You have riv'd my heart: But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. [Brutus.] I do not: still you practise them on me. [Cassius.] You love me not. [Brutus.] I do not like your faults. [Cassius.] A friendly eye could never see such faults. [Brutus.] A flatterer's would not, though they did appear As huge as high Olympus. [Cassius.] Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius; For Cassius is a weary of the world: Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother; When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst him better [Brutus.] Sheathe your dagger: Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; [Cassius.] Hath Cassius liv'd To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, [Brutus.] Cassius, When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too. [Cassius.] Do you confess so much? Give me yonr hand. [Brutus.] And my heart too. [Cassius.] O, Brutus! Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour which my mother gave me, [Brutus.] Yes, Cassius; and henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, [Cassius.] I did not think you could have been so angry. [Brutus.] O, Cassius! I am sick of many griefs. [Cassius.] Does Brutus yield to accidental evils? [dead. [Brutus.] No man bears sorrow better: [a pause.] Portia's [Cassius.] Portia ? Portia dead! How scap'd I killing when I cross'd you so? [Brutus.] Impatient of my absence,— Grieving that young Octavius and Mark Antony [Cassius.] My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge: [Brutus.] Now, Cassius, let our officers come in, Come in, Titinius; welcome, good Messála: [Cassius.] I do not think it good. [Brutus.] Your reason? [Cassius.] This it is: 'Tis better that the enemy seek us: So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, [Brutus.] Good reasons must, of force, give place to better. The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground Do stand but in a forc'd affection; If at Philippi we do face him there, [Cassius.] But hear me, brother, [Brutus.] Nay, pardon me: we ought to note besides, We, at the height, are ready to decline. Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Is bound in shallows and in miseries. And we must take the current while it serves, [Cassius.] Then, with your will, go on; I will along, and meet you at Philippi. [Brutus.] Thus are we well agreed. The deep of night hath crept upon our talk, There is no more to say? [Cassius.] No more; good night: Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. [Brutus.] Noble, noble Cassius, Good night, and good repose. [Cassius.] O, my dear Brutus! This was an ill beginning of the night: [Brutus.] All is well, Cassius. Farewell every one. Canst touch thy instrument a strain or two? [a pause.] What, thou speakst drowsily: I blame thee not: Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes a while, And take thy instrument? [Lucius.] An't please you, sir. [Brutus.] I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. [Lucius.] It is my duty, sir. [Brutus.] I should not urge thy duty past thy strength: I know young bloods look for a time of rest. [Lucius.] I ha've slept, my lord, already. [Brutus.] It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again; I will not hold thee long: if I do live, I will be good to thee. [slumber, This is a sleepy tune. [a pause.] O murderous Layst thou thy leaden mace upon my boy That plays the music? Gentle knave, good night: How ill this taper burns!-Ha! who comes here? It comes upon me :-art thou anything? Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, [Spirit.] Thine evil spirit, Brutus. [Brutus.] Why comest thou? [Spirit.] To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Philippi. [Brutus.] Why, at Philippi I will see thee then. [Lucius.] My lord? |