For I am armed so strong in honesty, 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? To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Cas. Bru. You did. I denied you not. Cas. I did not; he was but a fool that brought Bru. I do not like your faults. 70 80 Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults. 90 Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear As huge as high Olympus. 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; 100 My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger, Than ever thou lovedst Cassius. Bru. Sheathe your dagger: Be angry And straight is cold again. Cas. Hath Cassius lived To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, Cas. Bru. O Brutus! What's the matter? Cas. Have not you love enough to bear with me, When that rash humor which my mother gave me Makes me forgetful? 120 Bru. Yes, Cassius, and from henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so. Poet. [Within] Let me go in to see the generals; There is some grudge between 'em; 'tis not meet They be alone. Lucil. [Within] You shall not come to them. Poet. [Within] Nothing but death shall stay me. Enter Poet, followed by LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, and Lucius Cas. How now! what's the matter? Poet. For shame, you generals! what do you mean? 130 Love, and be friends, as two such men should be; Cas. Ha, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rhyme! Bru. I'll know his humor, when he knows his time: What should the wars do with these jigging° fools? Companion, hence! Cas. 140 Away, away, be gone! [Exit Poet. Bru. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders Prepare to lodge their companies to-night. And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you Immediately to us. [Exeunt LUCILIUS and TITINIUS. Bru. Lucius, a bowl of wine! [Exit LUCIUS. Cas. I did not think you could have been so angry. 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 dead. Cas. Ha! Portia! Bru. She is dead. Cas. How 'scaped I killing when I crossed you so? 150 O insupportable and touching loss! 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, swallowed fire.° [Drinks. Bru. Speak no more of her. wine. In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius. Cas. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge. 160 Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup; I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love. [Drinks. Bru. Come in, Titinius! [Exit LUCIUS. Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA Welcome, good Messala. Now sit we close about this taper here, And call in question° our necessities. Bru. No more, I pray you. |