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Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares ?

40 Cassius [walking up and down the tent]. O ye gods, ye

gods ! Must I endure all this? Brutus. All this ! aye, 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 45 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. Cassius. Is it come to this ?

50 Brutus. 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. Cassius (trying to control himself]. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus ;

55 I said an elder soldier, not a better : Did I say, better? Brutus.

If you did, I care not. Cassius. When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have

moved me. Brutus. Peace, peace ! you durst not so have tempted

him. Cassius. I durst not !

60 Brutus. No. Cassius. What, durst not tempt him ? Brutus.

For your life you durst not. Cassius. Do not presume too much upon my love ; I may do that I shall be sorry for.

Brutus. You have done that you should be sorry for. 65 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;

70 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 legións,
Which you denied me : was that done like Cassius ?
Should I have answered Caius Cassius so ?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal counters from his friends, 80
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,
Dash him to pieces !

I denied you not.
Brutus. You did.

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.

Brutus. I do not, till you practise them on me.
Cassius. You love me not.

I do not like your faults. Cassius. A friendly eye could never see such faults.

Brutus. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear As huge as high Olympus.

91 Cassius. 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 ; 95 Checked like a bondman; all his faults observed, Set in a note-book, learned, and conned by rote, To cast into my teeth. Oh, I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! [He unsheathes his dagger

and offers it to Brutus.] There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Pluto's 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 Caesar; for, I know When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius. Brutus (rising]

Sheath your dagger : 106 Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. Oh, Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark

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And straight is cold again.

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

Brutus. When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered too. 115 Cassius. Do you confess so much ? Give me your

hand. Brutus. And my heart too. [They embrace. Cassius.

O Brutus, Brutus.

What's the matter ? Cassius. Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour which my mother gave me Makes me forgetful ?

Brutus. Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth, 120 When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.

SCENE VI. THE DEATH OF BRUTUS. In the battle which took place at Philippi, Brutus gave the

word to charge too soon. Following up a slight success against Octavius' troops, he left Cassius' wing unguarded, and Antony at once surrounded this, and took the camp: Cassius killed himself in despair. In a second fight Brutus was utterly defeated. With a remnant of his followers he seeks shelter in some rocky ground ; and as night comes on, he sends one of his soldiers named Statilius to find out the number of the slain. Statilius passes through the ranks of the enemy and signals by torch-light that all is well, but on attempting to return is

killed. Enter Brutus, attended by Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and

Volumnius. Brutus. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this

rock. [He sits down : Strato is worn out, and sleeps. Clitus. Statilius showed the torch-light, but, my lord, He came not back: he is or ta’en, or slain.

Brutus. Sit thee down, Clitus : slaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.

[Whispering. Clitus. What, I, my lord ? No, not for all the world. Brutus. Peace, then, no words.



I'll rather kill myself. Brutus (rising). Hark thee, Dardanius. [Whispers. Dardanius.

Shall I do such a deed ? Clitus (moving to Dardanius). O Dardanius!



Clitus. What ill request did Brutus make to thee ? Dardanius. To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.

Clitus. Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
That it runs over even at his eyes.

Brutus. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. 15
Volumnius. What says my lord ?

Why this, Volumnius :
The ghost of Caesar hath appeared to me
Two several times by night: at Sardis once,
And this last night here in Philippi fields.
I know my hour is come.

Not so, my lord. Brutus. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes ; Our enemies have beat us to the pit : [Low alarums. It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, 25 Thou know'st that we two went to school together : Even for that our love of old, I prithee, Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. Volumnius. That 's not an office for a friend, my


[Alarum still. Clitus. Fly, fly, my lord ; there is no tarrying here 30 Brutus. Farewell to you; and you; and you,

Volumnius. [He shakes hands with each of them. Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; Farewell to thee too, Strato. Countrymen, My heart doth joy, that yet in all my life I found no man but he was true to me.

35 I shall have glory by this losing day, More than Octavius and Mark Antony By this vile conquest shall attain unto. So, fare you well at once ; for Brutus' tongue Hath almost ended his life's history;

40 Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, That have but laboured to attain this hour.

[Alarum. A cry is heard, Fly, fly, fly!' Clitus. Fly, my lord, fly.


Hence, I will follow. [Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius. I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord : Thou art a fellow of a good respect ;

45 Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: Hold then my sword-and turn away thy faceWhile I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato ? Strato. Give me your hand first : [they clasp hands]

fare you well, my lord. [Strato holds the sword. Brutus. Farewell, good Strato. [He runs on his sword.] Caesar, now be still ;

50 I killed not thee with half so good a will. [Dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter Octavius, Antony, and their

army, with Messala and Lucilius, two friends of Brutus, prisoners. Octavius. What man is that ? Messala. My master's man. Strato, where is thy

master ? Strato. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala : The conquerors can but make a fire of him ;

55 For Brutus only overcame himself, And no man else hath honour by his death.

Lucilius. So Brutus should be found.
Messala (to Strato).

How died my master ? Strato. I held the sword, and he did run on it.

Antony. This was the noblest Roman of them all : 60 All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them His life was gentle, and the elements

165 So mixed in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world ‘This was a man !'

Octavius. According to his virtue let us use him, With all respect and rites of burial. Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie, 70 Most like a soldier, ordered honourably. So, call the field to rest, and let 's away, To part the glories of this happy day. [Exeunt, the soldiers setting their spears beneath

the body and carrying it off.

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