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Bru. Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted
him. Cas. I durst not?
60 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 arm'd 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,
72 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
denied me: was that done like Cassius?
I denied you not.
I did not: he was but a fool
84 A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
69 respect: heed
84 riv'd: cleft 95 brav'd: blusteringly taunted
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me.
I do not like your faults. 88 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; bray'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 100 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 Cæsar; for, I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov’dst him
better Than ever thou lov’dst Cassius. Bru.
Sheathe your dagger: when you will, it shall have scope; Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.
108 O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire, Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
96 Check'd: scolded 97 learn'd. rote: studied, and learned by heart 101 Dearer: worth more Pluto's; cf. n. 107 it . . . scope: your anger shall not be opposed 108 dishonour .. humour: your dishonorable deeds shall be sg. nored as caprices
Hath Cassius liv'd 112
Bru. When I spoke that I was ill-temper'd too.
Give me your hand.
What's the matter?
Yes, Cassius; and from henceforth 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.
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
128 Poet. For shame, you generals !
What do you
Cas. Ha, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rime!
133 Cas. Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion.
114 blood ill-temper'd: disordered condition 132 cynic: so called because Diogenes affected rudeness
Bru. I'll know his humour, when he knows his
time: What should the
do with these jigging fools?
136 Companion, hence! Cas. Away, away: be gone!
Exit Poet. Bru. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders Prepare to lodge their companies to-night. Cas. And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you,
140 Immediately to us.
[Exeunt Lucilius and Titinius.] Bru.
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.
Impatient of my absence, And grief that young Octavius with Mark An
tony 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. Cicero one?
Cas. And died so?
O ye immortal gods ! 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; 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, And call in question our necessities.
164 Cas. Portia, art thou gone? Bru.
No more, I pray you.
Mes. Myself have letters of the self-same tenour.
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