Prick him down, Antony. Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live, Who is your sister's son, Marc Antony. Ant. He shall not live: look, with a spot I damn him. But, Lepidus, go you to Cæsar's house: [Exit LEPIDUS. And having brought our treasure where we will, Oct. You may do your will; But he's a tried and valiant soldier. Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and for that His corporal motion governed by my spirit. He must be taught, and trained, and bid go forth. Which, out of use, and staled by other men, And let us presently go sit in council Oct. Let us do so: for we are at the stake, Drum. Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and Soldiers: TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them. Bru. Stand, ho! Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand. Bru. What now, Lucilius: is Cassius near? Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come To do salutation from his master. you [PINDARUS gives a letter to BRUtus. Bru. He greets me well.-Your master, Pindarus, In his own change or by ill officers, Hath given me some worthy cause to wish A hot friend cooling. Ever note, Lucilius, Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be The greater part, the horse in general, SCENE III. Within the Tent of BRUTUS. LUCIUS and TITINIUS at some distance from it. Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS. Cas. That you have wronged me doth appear in this : You have condemned and noted Lucius Peila, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cas. Chastisement! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember! Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? I Bru. better? If you did, I care not. Cas. When Cæsar lived, he durst not thus have moved me. Bru. Peace, peace: you durst not so have tempted him. Cas. I durst not? Bru. No. Cas. What! durst not tempt him? Bru. For your life you durst not. Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love: 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 armed so strong in honesty, 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 youngOctavius, come; Than ever thou lovedst Cassius. Sheath your dagger. Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. Mes. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell : For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. Bru. Why farewell, Portia.-We must die, Messala: With meditating that she must die once, Mes. Even so great men great losses should endure. Cas. I have as much of this in art as you; But yet my nature could not bear it so. |