And bayed about with many enemies;

And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear,

Millions of mischiefs.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. - Before BRUTUS's Tent, in the Camp near

Sardis.

Drum.-Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, and Soldiers :

501.

PINDARUS meeting them: LUCIUS at a distance.

Bru. Stand, ho!

Lucil. Give the word, ho! and stand.

Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near? 502. Lucil. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come To do you salutation from his master.

[PINDARUS gives a Letter to BRUTUS. 503. Bru. He greets me well. — Your master, Pindarus,

In his own change, or by ill officers,

Hath given me some worthy cause to wish
Things done undone: but, if he be at hand,
I shall be satisfied.

Pin. I do not doubt

But that my noble master will appear
Such as he is, full of regard and honor.

505. Bru. He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius:
How he received you, let me be resolved.

506. Lucil. With courtesy, and with respect enough; But not with such familiar instances,

Nor with such free and friendly conference,

As he hath used of old.

507. Bru. Thou hast described

A hot friend cooling. Ever note, Lucilius,
When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith:
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
Make gallant show and promise of their mettle;
But, when they should endure the bloody spur,
They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades,
Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?

508. Lucil. They mean this night in Sardis to be quartered

The greater part, the horse in general,

Are come with Cassius.

509. Bru. Hark, he is arrived:

March gently on to meet him.

Enter CASSIUS and Soldiers.

Cas. Stand, ho!

[March within.

Bru. Stand, ho! Speak the word along.

512. Within. Stand.

513. Within. Stand. Within. Stand.

514.

Cas. 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?

Cas. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs; And when you do them

518. Bru. Cassius, be content:

Speak your griefs softly; - I do know you well.
Before the eyes of both our armies here,
Which should perceive nothing but love from us,
Let us not wrangle. Bid them move away;
Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
And I will give you audience.

Cas. Pindarus,

Bid our commanders lead their charges off

A little from this ground.

520. Bru. Lucius, do you the like; and let no man

Come to our tent, till we have done our conference.
Lucilius and Titinius, guard our door.

[Exeunt

SCENE III.—Within the Tent of BRUTUS.

Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS.

521. Cas. That you have wronged me doth appear in this: You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella

For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein my letters, praying on his side,
Because I knew the man, were slighted off.

Bru. You wronged yourself, to write in such a case

523. Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet

That every nice offence should bear his comment.

524. Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself Are much condemned to have an itching palm, To sell and mart your offices for gold

To undeservers.

Cas. I an itching palm?

You know that you are Brutus that speaks this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. 526. Bru. The name of Cassius honors this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

Cas. Chastisement!

528. Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember!
Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
What villain touched his body, that did stab,
And not for justice? What, shall one of us,
That struck the foremost man of all this world,
But for supporting robbers, shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes?
And sell the mighty space of our large honors
For so much trash as may be grasped thus?-
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.

529. Cas. Brutus, bay not me;

I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,

To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I,
Older in practice, abler than yourself
To make conditions.

530. Bru. Go to; you are not, Cassius.

533.

Cas. I am.

Bru. I say, you are not.

Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;

Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.

534. Bru. Away, slight man!

Cas. Is't possible?

536. 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!

539. Bru. All this? Ay, more.

break;

Must I endure all this?

Fret till your proud heart

Go, show your slaves how choleric you are,

And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?

Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humour? By the gods,
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,

Though it do split you: for, from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
Whe, you are waspish.

Cas. Is it come to this?

540. 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 abler men.

541. 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.

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.

550. Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats:

For I am armed 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,

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 you denied me. Was that done like Cassius?
Should I have answered Caius Cassius so?

When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,

To lock such rascal counters from his friends,

553.

Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts;

Dash him to pieces!

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,

But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me.
Cas. You love me not.

Bru. I do not like your faults.

Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults. 558. Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear As huge as high Olympus.

559.

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;
Checked like a bondman; all his faults observed,
Set in a note-book, learned and conned 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
Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold:

If that thou beest 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 lovedst him better

Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.

560. Bru. Sheathe your dagger:

Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;

Do what you will, dishonor 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.

561. Cas. Hath Cassius lived

To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief, and blood ill-tempered, vexeth him?
Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered too.