I fhall be fatisfied. Pin. I do not doubt, But that my noble mafter will appear, Bru. He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius- Luc. With courtesy, and with refpect enough; Nor with fuch free and friendly conference, Bru. Thou haft describ'd A hot friend cooling; ever note, Lucilius, There are no tricks in plain, and fimple faith: 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. 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, 3 (Which (Which should perceive nothing, but love, from us). 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. [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, Caf. I an itching palm You know, that you are Brutus, that speak this; 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, * For For fo much trafh, as may be grafped thus 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. 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? 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, 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,. 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, By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachma's, than to wring To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you deny'd me; was that done like Caffius? When Marcus Brutus grows fo covetous, To lock fuch rafcal counters from his friends, 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 like your faults. Caf. A friendly eye could never fee fuch faults. As huge as high Olympus. they do appear Caf. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come; Revenge Revenge yourselves alone on Caffius, Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother; My fpirit from mine eyes!There is my dagger, When thou didst hate him worft, thou lov'dft him better Bru. Sheath your dagger; Be angry when you will, it fhall have scope; Caf. Hath Caffius liv'd To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, 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, [A noife within. · Luc... |