Before the eyes of both our armies here, Which should perceive nothing but love from us, Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs, Cas. Pindarus, Bid our commanders lead their charges off Bru. Lucilius, do the like; and let no man Come to our tent, till we have done our confer ence. Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Within the Tent of Brutus.-Lucius and Titinius at some distance from it. Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS. Cas. That you have wrong'd me, doth appear in this: You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella, 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 condemn'd to have an itching palm; To sell and mart your offices for gold, To undeservers. Cus. I an itching palm? You know, that you are Brutus that speak this, ruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cas. Chastisement ! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March re member! Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake! • Trifling For so much trash, as may be grasped thus:- Cas. Brutus, bay not me, I'll not endure it: you forget yourself, Bru. Go to; you're not, Cassius. 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' 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. O ye 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, 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. Cus. What? Durst not tempt him? Bait, bark at. + Limit my authority. Terms, fit to confer the offices at my disposal. 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. That they pass by me, as the idle wind, For certain sums of gold, which you denied me ;- And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: Was that done like Cassius? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, 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, 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 ap pear 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; 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; Cas. Hath Cassius lived To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, Bru. And my heart too. Bru. 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. [Noise within. Poet. [Within.] Let me go in to see the general; There is some grudge between them, 'tis not meet 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 hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence. Cas. Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion. Bru. Pll know his humour, when he knows his time: What should the wars do with these jigging fools! Companion, hence. Cas. Away, away; begone. [Exit Poot. • Fellow. Enter LUCILIUS and TITINIUS. Bru. Lucinius and Titinius, bid the commanders Prepare to lodge their companies to-night. Cas. And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you Immediately to us. [Exeunt Lucilius and Titinius. Bru. Lucius, a bowl of wine. 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, If you give place to accidental evils. # Bru. No man bears sorrow better:-Portia is dead. Cas. Ha! Portia ? Bru. She is dead. Cas. How scaped I killing, when I cross'd you so? O insupportable and touching loss!- * Bru. Impatient of my absence; And grief, that young Octavius with Mark Antony Have made themselves so strong;-for with her death That tidings came ;-With this she fell distract, Cas. And died so? Bru. Even so. Cas. O ye immortal gods! 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. Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. Bru. Come in, Titinius :-Welcome, good Mes sala. Now sit we close about this taper here, * Force. |