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Thou hast describ'd A hot friend cooling: Ever note, Lucilius, When love begins to sicken and decay, It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith: But hollow men, like horses hot at hand, Make gallant show and promise of their mettle: But when they should endure the bloody spur, They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades, Sink in the trial. Comes his army on? Luci. They mean this night in Sardis to be
quarter'd; The greater part, the horse in general, Are come with Cassius.
[March within. Bru.
Hark, he is arriv'd:March gently on to meet him.
Enter Cassius and Soldiers.
Cas. Stand, ho!
wrong. 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 you do themBru.
Cassius, be content, Speak your griefs softly, I do know you well:- -
Before the eyes of both our armies here,
Bru. Lucilius, do the like; and let no man Come to our tent, till we have done our conference. Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. [E.reunt.
WITHIN THE TENT OF BRUTUS.
Lucius and Titinius at some distance from it.
Enier Brutus and Cassius. Cas. That you have wrong'd me, doth
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
Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet That every 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 mart your offices for gold,
I an itching palm?
Brutus, bay not me,
Go to; you're not, Cassius.
Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;
Bru. Away, slight man!
I'll use you
Cas. Is't possible?
Hear me, for I will speak.
this? Bru. All this? ay, more: Fret, till your proud
heart break; Go, show your slayes 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, for my mirth, yea, for
my laughter, When you are waspish. Cas.
Is it come to this?
If you did, I care not.
mov'd me. Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have your life
tempted him. Cas. I durst not? Bru. No.
Cas. What? durst not tempt him?
I did send to you
you for gold to pay my legions,
I deny'd you not.
I did not:-he was but a fool, That brought my answer back.—Brutus hath riv'd
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me.