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And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
THE TENT SCENE BETWEEN BRUTUS AND CASSIUS. Cas. That you have wrongd 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
Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
I an itching palm?
Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption,
[ber! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March rememDid 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
grasped thus ?-
Brutus, bay not me,
Go to; you're not, Cassius.
Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself: Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.
Bru. Away, slight man!
Hear me, for I will speak,
Terms, fit to confer the offices at my disposal.
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 choleric 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. [Brutus ;
Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong me, I said an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say, better? Brue
If you did, I care not. Cas. When Cæsar liy'd, he durst not thus have mov'd me.
[him. Bru. Peace, peace: you durst not so have tempted Cas. 1 durst not? Bru. No. Cas. What? durst not tempt him? Bru.
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 sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your
threats: For I am arm's 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 denied 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,
I denied you not.
I did not :-he was but a fool That brought my answer back. Brutus hath riv'd *
Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me.
I do not like
faults. Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.
Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do apAs huge as high Olympus.
(pear 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 denied thee gold, will give my heart: Strike, as thou didst at Cæsar; for, I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovd'st him
better Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius.
Sheath your dagger:
Hath Cassius liv'd
Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.
O Brutus I
What's the matter? Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour, which my mother gave me, Makes me forgetful? Bru.
Yes, Cassius; and henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
Bru. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.
Cas. Of your philosophy you make no use,
Bru. No man bears sorrow better :-Portia is dead.
Cas. How 'scap'd I killing, when I cross'd you so?-
Impatient of my absence;
Cas. And died so?