40 Bru. Stand ho, speake the word along. [1 Sol.] Stand. 2 Sol.] Stand. Stand. [3 Sol. Cassi. Most Noble Brother, you have done me wrong. Bru. Judge me you Gods; wrong I mine Enemies? And if not so, how should I wrong a Brother. Cassi. Brutus, this sober forme of yours, hides wrongs, And when you do them Brut. Cassius, be content, Speake your greefes softly, I do know you well. 50 Before the eyes of both our Armies heere (Which should perceive nothing but Love from us) Let us not wrangle. Bid them move away: Then in my Tent Cassius enlarge your Greefes, Cassi. Pindarus, Bid our Commanders leade their Charges off Bru. Lucillius, do you the like, and let no man Come to our Tent, till we have done our Conference. Let Lucius and Titinius guard our doore. Exeunt 61 [Scene iii. Brutus's tent.] Manet [Enter] Brutus and Cassius. Cassi. That you have wrong'd me, doth appear in this: You have condemn'd, and noted Lucius Pella For taking Bribes heere of the Sardians; Wherein my Letters, praying on his side, Brn. You wrong'd your selfe to write in such a case. 6. was: were-MALONE. 7. Brn.: misprint IF. Cassi. In such a time as this, it is not meet That every nicel offence should beare his Comment. Bru. Let me tell you Cassius, you your selfe Are much condemn'd to have an itching Palme, To sell, and Mart your Offices for Gold To Undeservers. Cassi. I, an itching Palme? 1Ο 1 slight You know that you are Brutus that speakes this, Cassi. Chasticement? 21 Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remember: Cassi. Brutus, baite not me, To hedge me in. I am a Souldier, I, Older in practice, Abler then your selfe To make Conditions. Bru. Go too: you are not Cassius. Cassi. I am. Bru. I say, you are not. Cassi. Urge me no more, I shall forget my selfe: 30 Have minde upon your health: Tempt me no farther. 15. speakes: speak-POPE. 31. baite: bay-THEOBALD. Bru. Away slight man. Cassi. Is't possible? 41 Bru. Heare me, for I will speake. Must I give way, and roome to your rash Choller? Cassi. O ye Gods, ye Gods, Must I endure all this? Ile use you for my Mirth, 1, yea Cassi. Is it come to this? Bru. You say, you are a better Souldier: I shall be glad to learne of Noble men. Cass. You wrong me every way: You wrong me Brutus: I saide, an Elder Souldier, not a Better. 50 60 Cass. When Cæsar liv'd, he durst not thus have mov'd me. | Brut. Peace, peace, you durst not so have tempted him. Cassi. I durst not. Bru. No. Cassi. What? durst not tempt him? Bru. For your life you durst not. 61-2. 1 1.-Rowe. 70 Cassi. Do not presume too much upon my Love, I may do that I shall be sorry for. Bru. You have done that you And drop my blood for Drachmaes, then to wring To you for Gold to pay my Legions, for. me, 80 Which you deny'd me: was that done like Cassius? Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so? When Marcus Brutus growes so Covetous, To locke such Rascall Counters from his Friends, Dash him to peeces. Cassi. I deny'd you not. Bru. You did. 90 Cassi. I did not. He was but a Foole That brought my answer back. Brutus hath riv'd my hart: But Brutus makes mine greater then they are. Bru. I do not like your faults. 100 Cassi. A friendly eye could never see such faults. Bru. A Flatterers would not, though they do appeare As huge as high Olympus. Cassi. Come Antony, and yong Octavius come, 94-5. 2 five-accent 11.-DYCE. Revenge your selves alone on Cassius, When thou did'st hate him worst, thou loved'st him better | Then ever thou loved'st Cassius. Bru. Sheath your Dagger: Be angry when you will, it shall have scope: Cassi. Hath Cassius liv'd 120 To be but Mirth and Laughter to his Brutus, Cassi. O Brutus! Bru. What's the matter? 131 Cassi. Have not you love enough to beare with me, When that rash humour which my Mother gave me Makes me forgetfull. 113. Pluto's: Plutus'-POPE. 129. remper'd: temper'd-2-4F. |