Bru. Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him. Cas. I durst not? Bru. No. Cas. What, durst not tempt him? Bru. 60 For your life you durst not. Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love; I may do that I shall be sorry for. 64 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, 68 Which I respect not. I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me; By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, 72 To you for gold to pay my legions, 76 Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius? 80 Cas. Bru. You did. Cas. I denied 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, 84 84 riv'd: cleft But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Bru. 88 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, 92 Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, For Cassius is aweary of the world; Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother; My spirit from mine eyes. There is my dagger, 96 100 104 When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov❜dst him better Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius. Be Bru. Sheathe your dagger: 108 angry when you will, it shall have scope; 95 brav'd: blusteringly taunted 97 learn'd. rote: studied, and learned by heart nored as caprices 96 Check'd: scolded humour: your dishonorable deeds shall be g 109-112 Cf. n. Cas. 112 Hath Cassius liv'd To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, When grief and blood ill-temper'd vexeth him? Bru. When I spoke that I was ill-temper'd too. Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your Cas. Have not you love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour which my mother gave me Makes me forgetful? Bru. When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so. Poet. [Within.] Let me go in to see the generals; There is some grudge between 'em, 'tis not meet They be alone. Yes, Cassius; and from henceforth 121 125 Lucil. [Within.] You shall not come to them. Poet. [Within.] Nothing but death shall stay me. Enter a Poet [followed by Lucilius, Titinius, and Lucius]. Cas. How now! What's the matter? 128 Poet. For shame, you generals! What do you mean? Love, and be friends, as two such men should be; Cas. Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion. 114 blood ill-temper'd: disordered condition 133 Bru. I'll know his humour, when he knows his time: What should the wars do with these jigging Bru. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders Prepare to lodge their companies to-night. Cas. And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you, Immediately to us. Bru. 140 [Exeunt Lucilius and Titinius.] Lucius, a bowl of wine! [Exit Lucius.] Cas. I did not think you could have been so angry. Bru. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs. Cas. Of your philosophy you make no use, 144 If you give place to accidental evils. Bru. No man bears sorrow better: Portia is dead. Cas. Ha? Portia? Bru. She is dead. 148 Cas. How 'scap'd I killing when I cross'd you so? O insupportable and touching loss! Upon what sickness? Bru. Impatient of my absence, And grief that young Octavius with Mark An tony 152 Have made themselves so strong;-for with her death That tidings came:-with this she fell distract, And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire. 135 I'll listen to his folly when he learns the proper time for it 136 jigging: doggerel rhyming 137 Companion: base fellow 139 lodge. to-night: encamp for the night 145 give accidental: admit the power of casual 151 Upon: of Impatient of: unable to endure 152 grief; cf. n. 154 fell distract: became distracted Cas. And died so? Bru. Cas. Even so. O ye immortal gods! 156 Enter Boy [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; 160 I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love. [Drinks.] Bru. Come in, Titinius. [Exit Lucius.] Enter Titinius and Messala. Welcome, good Messala. Now sit we close about this taper here, 164 No more, I pray you. Messala, I have here received letters, 168 Mes. Myself have letters of the self-same tenour. Bru. With what addition? Mes. That by proscription and bills of outlawry, Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus, 172 Have put to death an hundred senators. Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree; Mine speak of seventy senators that died 176 By their proscriptions, Cicero being one. 164 call in question: bring up for discussion 169 Bending. expedition: directing their march |