I fhall be fatisfied.

Pin. I do not doubt,

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

Bru. He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius-
How he receiv'd you, let me be resolv❜d.

Luc. With courtesy, and with refpect enough;
But not with fuch familiar inftances,

Nor with fuch free and friendly conference,
As he hath us'd of old.

Bru. Thou haft describ'd

A hot friend cooling; ever note, Lucilius,
When love begins to ficken and decay,
It ufeth an enforced ceremony.

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

Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd; The greater part, the horfe in general,

Are come with Cassius.

[Low march within.

Enter Caffius and Soldiers.

Bru. Hark, he is arriv'd;

March gently on to meet him.

Caf. Stand, ho!

Bru. Stand, ho! speak the word along.

Within. Stand!

Within. Stand!

Within. Stand!

Caf. Moft noble brother, you have done me wrong.
Bru. Judge me, you Gods! wrong I mine enemies?

And, if not fo, how should I wrong a brother?

Caf. Brutus, this fober form of yours hides wrongs, And when you do them

Bru. Caffius, be content,

Speak your griefs foftly, I do know you well.

Before the

eyes of both our armies here,

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(Which

(Which should perceive nothing, but love, from us).
Let us not wrangle. Bid them move away;
Then in my Tent, Caffius, enlarge your griefs,
And I will give you audience.

Caf. Pindarus,

Bid our commanders lead their charges off

A little from this ground.

Bru. Lucilius, do the like; and let no man

Come to our tent, 'till we have done our conference.
Let Lucius and Titinius guard the door.

[Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Infide of Brutus's Tent. Re-enter Brutus and Caffius.

Caf. HAT you have wrong'd me, doth appear in this, You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella,

Ca/TH

For taking bribes here of the Sardians;

Wherein, my letter (praying on his fide,
Because I knew the man,) was flighted off.
Bru. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a cafe..
Caf. In fuch a time as this, it is not meet
That ev'ry nice offence fhould bear its comment.
Bru. Yet let me tell you, Caffius, you yourself
Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm;
To fell, and mart your offices for gold,
To undefervers.

Caf. I an itching palm

You know, that you are Brutus, that speak this;
Or, by the Gods, this fpeech were else your laft.
Bru. The name of Caffius honours this corruption,
And chastisement doth therefore hide its head.
Caf. Chastisement !-

Bry. Remember March, the Ides of March remember! Did not great Julius bleed for justice fake?

What villain touch'd his body, that did ftab,
And not for justice? what, fhall one of us,
That ftruck the foremost man of all this world,
But for fupporting robbers; fhall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ?
And fell the mighty space of our large honours

* For

For fo much trafh, as may be grafped thus
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than fuch a Roman,

Caf. Brutus, bay not me, SZE I'll not endure it; you forget yourself, To hedge me in; I am a foldier, I, Older in practice, abler than yourself To make conditions.

to

Bru. Go to: you are not Caffius.
Caf. I am.

Bru. I fay, you are not.

Caf. Urge me no more, I fhall forget myfelf Have mind upon your health-tempt me no farther. Bru. Away, flight man!

Caf. Is't poffible?

Bru. Hear me, for I will fpeak.

Muft I give way and room to your rafh choler?
Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares?

Caf. O Gods! ye Gods! muft I endure all this?

Bru. All this! ay, more. Fret, 'till your proud heart break;

Go, fhew your flaves how cholerick you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Muft I budge?
Muft I obferve you? muft I-stand and crouch
Under your tefty humour? by the Gods,
You fhall digeft the venom of your spleen,
Tho' it do fplit you: For, from this day forth,.
I'll ufe you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,.
When you are wafpifh.

Caf. Is it come to this?

Bru. You fay, you are a better foldier;

Let it appear fo; make your Vaunting true,

And it shall please me well. For mine own part,.
I fhall be glad to learn of noble men.

Caf. You wrong me every way

Brutus;

I faid, an elder foldier; not a better..

Did I fay, better?.

Bru. If you did, I care not.

you wrong me,

Caf. When Cafar liv'd, he durft not thus have mov'd me.

Bru

Bru. Peace, peace, you durft not fo have tempted

him.

Caf. I durft not!

Bru. No.

Caf. What? durft not tempt him?

Bru. For your life you durft not.

Caf. Do not prefume too much upon my love; I may do that, I fhall be forry for.

Bru. You have done that, you fhould be forry for, There is no terror, Caffius, in your threats;

For I am arm'd fo ftrong in honefty,

That they pafs by me, as the idle wind,
Which I refpe&t not. I did fend to you
For certain fums of gold, which you deny'd me;
For I can raife no mony by vile means;

By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,

And drop my blood for drachma's, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash,
By any Indirection. I did fend

To you for gold to pay my legions,

Which you deny'd me; was that done like Caffius?
Should I have anfwer'd Caius Caffius fo?

When Marcus Brutus grows fo covetous,

To lock fuch rafcal counters from his friends,
Be ready, Gods, with all your thunderbolts,
Dafh him to pieces..

Caf. I deny'd you not.

Bru. You did.

Caf. I did not-he was but a fool, That brought my anfwer back.

heart.

-Brutus hath riv'd my

A friend should bear a friend's infirmities,

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

Bru. I do not like your faults.

Caf. A friendly eye could never fee fuch faults.
Bru. A flatt'rer's would not, tho'.

As huge as high Olympus.

they do

appear

Caf. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come;

Revenge

Revenge yourselves alone on Caffius,
For Caffius is a weary of the world;

Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother;
Check'd like a bondman; all his faults obferv'd;
Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote,
To caft into my teeth. O, I could weep

My fpirit 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 be'ft a Roman, take it forth.
I, that deny'd thee gold, will give my heart;
Strike as thou didst at Cæfar; for I know,

When thou didst hate him worft, thou lov'dft him better
Than ever thou lov'dft Caffius.

Bru. Sheath your dagger;

Be angry when you will, it fhall have scope;
Do what you will, difhonour shall be humour.
O Caffius, you are yoked with a Lamb,
That carries anger, as the flint bears fire;
Who, much enforced, fhews a hafty spark,
And straight is cold again.

Caf. Hath Caffius liv'd

To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him
Bru. When I fpoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.
Caf. Do you confefs fo much? give me your hand.
Bru. And my heart too.

Caf. O Brutus !

Bru. What's the matter?

[Embracing.

Caf. Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour, which my mother gave me, Makes me forgetful?

Bru. Yes, Caffius, and from henceforth

When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
He'll think, your mother chides, and leave you so.

[A noife within.
Poet within. Let me go in to fee the Generals ;
There is fome grudge between 'em, 'tis not meet
They be alone.

· Luc...