Bru. Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies? And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother? Bru. Cas. Pindarus, Bid our commanders lead their charges off 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. SCENE III. Within the tent of Brutus. [Exeunt. 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, Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a case. That every 31 nice offence should bear his comment. To undeservers. Cas. I an itching palm? You know, that you are Brutus that speak this, Cas. Chastisement! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember! Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? Older in practice, abler than yourself To make conditions. Bru. Cus. I am. Go to; you're not, Cassius. 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? Bru. 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, 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, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say, better? Bru. 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. 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 sorry 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 ;- By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you deny'd me: Was that done like Cassius? Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts, Dash him to pieces! Cas. Bru. You did. Cas. 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 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; |