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ANTONY, Octavius, and Lepidus, seated at a table.
Ant. These many, then, shall die : their names are

pricked. Oct. Your brother, too, must die: consent you, And having brought our treasure where we will, Lepidus ?

Then take we down his load, and turn him off, Lep. I do consent

Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,
Oct. Prick him down, Antony.

And graze in commons.
Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live, Oct. You may do your will;
Who is your sister's son, Marc Antony.

But he's a tried and valiant soldier. Ant. He shall not live: look, with a spot I damn Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and for that him.

I do appoint him store of provender. But, Lepidus, go you to Cæsar's house :

It is a creature that I teach to fight, Fetch the will hither, and we will determine To wind, to stop, to run directly on : How to cut off some charge in legacies.

His corporal motion governed by my spirit. Lep. What, shall I find you here?

And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so : Oct. Or here or at the Capito).

He must be taught, and trained, and bid go

forth. [Exit Lepidus. A barren-spirited fellow : one that feeds Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man,

On objects, arts, and imitations; Meet to be sent on errands. Is it fit,

Which, out of use, and staled by other men, The threefold world divided, he should stand Begin his fashion. Do not talk of him One of the three to share it?

But as a property. And now, Octavius, Oct. So you thought him;

Listen great things :—Brutus and Cassius And took his voice who should be pricked to die Are levying powers: we must straight make head: In our black sentence and proscription.

Therefore, let our alliance be combined,
Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you: Our best friends made, and our best means
And though we lay these honours on this man

stretched out;
To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, And let us presently go sit in council
He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold, How covert matters may be best disclosed,
To groan and sweat under the business,

And open perils surest answered.
Either led or driven as we point the way:

Oct. Let us do so : for we are at the stake,

And bayed about with many enemies:
And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear,
Millions of mischief.

[Exeunt.

Scene II.-- Before Brutus' Tent, in the Camp

near Sardis.

Bru. Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine

enemies? And if not so, how should I wrong a brother? Cas. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides

wrongs : And when you do them

Bru. Cassius, be content:
Speak your griefs softly :- I do know you well :-
Before the eyes of both our armies here,
Which should perceive nothing but love from us,
Let us not wrangle. Bid them move away :
Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
And I will give you audience.

Cas. Pindarus,
Bid our commanders lead their charges off
A little from this ground.

Bru. Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man Come to our tent till we have done our conference. Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door.

[Exeunt.

come

Scene III. Within the Tent of BRUTUS. Lucius and Titinius at some distance from it.

Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, Lucius, and Sol-
diers : 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
To do
you salutation from his master.

[PINDARUS gives a letter to Brutus. Bru. He greets me well.—Your master, Pin

darus,
In his own change or by ill officers,
Hath given me some worthy cause to wish
Things done, undone : but if he be at hand
I shall be satisfied.

Pin. I do not doubt
But that my noble master will appear
Such as he is, full of regard and honour.

Bru. He is not doubted.-A word, Lucilius : How he received you let me be resolved.

Luc. With courtesy and with respect enough; But not with such familiar instances, Nor with such free and friendly conference, As he hath used of old.

Bru. Thou hast described A hot friend cooling. Ever note, Lucilius, When love begins to sicken and decay, It useth an enforcéd 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? Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be

quartered : The greater part, the horse in general, Are come with Cassius.

[March within. Bru. Hark! he is arrived : March gently on to meet him.

Enter Cassius and Soldiers.
Cas. Stand, ho!
Bru. Stand, ho!-Speak the word along.
Within. Stand.
Within. Stand.
Within, Stand.
Cas. Most noble brother, you have done me

wrong.

Enter BRUTUS and Cassius. Cas. That you have wronged me doth appear

in this : You have condemned and noted Lucius Peila, For taking bribes here of the Sardians : Wherein my letters, praying on his side, Because I knew the man, were slighted off. Bru. You wronged yourself to write in such

a case. 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 condemned to have an itching palm : To sell and mart your offices for gold, To undeservers.

Cas. I an itching palm! You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or by the gods this speech were else your last. Bru. The name of Cassius honours this cor

ruption, 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?
What villain touched 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 be grasped thus ?-

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.

Cas. Brutus, bait not me :
I'll not endure it. You forget yourself,
To hedge me in: I am a soldier, I,
Older in practice, abler than yourself
To make conditions.

Bru. Go to: you are not, Cassius.
Cas, I am.
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. Hear me, for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler ?
Shall I be frighted when a madman stares ?

Cas. Oye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this?
Bru. All this? ay, more. Fret till your proud

heart break:
Go shew 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.
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 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:
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 armed 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
By any indirection !- I did send
To you for gold to pay my legions ;
Which you denied me. Was that done like Cas-

sius?
Should I have answered Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous
To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,
Dash him to pieces !

Cas. I denied you not.
Bru. You did.

Cas. I did not: he was but a fool
That brought my answer back.—Brutus hath

rived my heart : A friend should bear his friend's infirmities; But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

Bru. I do not till you practise them on me.
Cas. You love me not.
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 ; braved by his brother ; Checked like a bondman; all his faults observed, Set in a notebook, learned and conned 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 beest 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 lovedst

him better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.

Bru. Sheath your dagger. Be angry when

you will, it shall have scope : Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. O Cassius, you are yokéd with a lamb, That carries anger as the flint bears fire : Who, much enforcéd, shews a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.

Cas. Hath Cassius lived To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, When grief and blood ill-tempered vexeth him?

Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered too. Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with

hand.
Bru. And my heart too.
Cas. O Brutus!
Bru.

What's the matter?

me, When that rash humour which my mother

gave

That tidings came :—with this she fell distract,
And, her attendants absent, swallowed fire.

Cas. And died so?
Bru. Even so.
Cas. O ye immortal gods !

me

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They be alone.

Luc. (within]. You shall not come to them.
Poet (within]. Nothing but death shall stay me.

Enter Poet.
Cas. How now; what's the matter?
Poet. For shame, you generals ! what do you

mean? Love and be friends, as two such men should be: For I have seen more years, I am sure, than ye.

Cas. Ha, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rhyme! Bru. Get you lience, sirrah: saucy fellow, hence! Cas. Bear with him, Brutus; 't is his fashion. Bru. I'll know his humour when he knows

his time, What should the wars do with these jigging fools ? Companion, hence! Cas. Away, away: be gone.

[Exit Poet.

Enter Lucius, with wine and tapers.
Bru. Speak no more of her.—Give me a bowl

of wine : In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius. [Drinks.

Cas. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.-
Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup :
I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love. [Drinks.

Re-enter TITINIUs with Messala.
Bru. Come in, Titinius :-welcome, good

Messala,
Now sit we close about this taper here,
And call in question our necessities.

Cas. Portia, art thou gone?

Bru. No more, I pray you.Messala, I have here received letters That young Octavius and Marc Antony Come down upon us with a mighty power, Bending their expedition toward Philippi. Mes. Myself have letters of the self-same te

nour. Bru. With what addition ? Mes. That, by proscription and bills of out

lawry, Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus, Have put to death an hundred senators.

Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree: Mine speak of seventy senators that died By their proscriptions; Cicero being one.

Cas. Cicero one?

Mes. Cicero is dead,
And by that order of proscription.-
Had you your letters from your wife, my lord ?

Bru. No, Messala.
Mes. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?
Bru. Nothing, Messala.
Mes. That methinks is strange.
Bru. Why ask you: hear you aught of her in

yours? Mes. No, my lord. 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, I have the patience to endure it now. 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.

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O insupportable and touching loss ! -
Upon what sickness ?

Bru. Impatient of my absence ;
And grief that young Octavius with Marc Antony
Have made themselves so strong ;--for with her

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Bru. Well, to our work alive. What do you

think
Of marching to Philippi presently?

Cas. I do not think it good.
Bru. Your reason?
Cas.

This it is :
'T is better that the enemy seek us :
So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,
Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still,
Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness.
Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place

to better.
The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground
Do stand but in a forced affection ;
For they bave grudged us contribution :
The enemy, marching along by them,

By them shall make a fuller number up,
Come on refreshed, new-added, and encouraged :
From which advantage shall we cut him off,
If at Philippi we do face him there,
These people at our back.

Cas. Hear me, good brother.
Bru. Under your pardon.—You must note

beside,
That we have tried the utmost of our friends ;
Our legions are brimful, our cause is ripe.
The enemy increaseth every day:
We, at the height, are ready to decline.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune:
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.

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