should be sorry for. threats: Bru. You have done that you 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? Cas. Bru. You did. Cas. I denied you not. I did not he was but a fool, Brutus hath riv'd† 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 As huge as high Olympus. [pear Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, For Cassius is aweary of the world: * Coin. BB + Split. Hated by one he loves: brav'd by his brother: Be Bru. [better Sheath your dagger: angry when you will, it shall have scope; Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. 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. Cas. Hath Cassius liv'd To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, Cas. Bru. O Brutus ! 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. 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 Cas. Ha! Portia ? Bru. She is dead. [dead. Cas. How scap'd I killing, when I cross'd you O insupportable and touching loss!— [so?Upon what sickness? 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, And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire. 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'll bury all unkindness, Cassius. [Drinks. OPPORTUNITY TO BE SEIZED ON ALL OCCASIONS OF There is a tide in the affairs of men, Is bound in shallows, and in miseries. And we must take the current when it serves, ACT V. THE PARTING OF BRUTUS AND CASSIUS. Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; The end of this day's business, ere it come! MELANCHOLY, THE PARENT OF ERror. Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men ANTONY'S CHARACTER OF brutus. This was the noblest Roman of them all : And common good to all, made one of them. KING LEAR. ACT I. A FATHER'S ANGER. LET it be so,-Thy truth then be thy dower From whence we do exist, and cease to be; Propinquity* and property of blood, : Hold thee from this, for ever. The barbarous Or he that makes his generation‡ messes BASTARDY. Thou, nature, art my goddess; to thy law My services are bound: Wherefore should I Stand in the plague§ of custom; and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines Lag of a brother? Why bastard? wherefore base? + His children. The nicety of civil institution. |