|The Life and Death of Julius Caesar|
| Julius Caesar
| Act 4, Scene 3
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Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUSCASSIUS
That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this:BRUTUS
You have condemn'd 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.
You wronged yourself to write in such a case.CASSIUS
In such a time as this it is not meetBRUTUS
That every nice offence should bear his comment.
Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourselfCASSIUS
Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm;
To sell and mart your offices for gold
I an itching palm!BRUTUS
You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.
The name of Cassius honours this corruption,CASSIUS
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
Remember March, the ides of March remember:CASSIUS
Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
What villain touch'd 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 honours
For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.
Brutus, bay not me;BRUTUS
I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,
To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I,
Older in practise, abler than yourself
To make conditions.
Go to; you are not, Cassius.CASSIUS
I say you are not.CASSIUS
Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;BRUTUS
Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.
Away, slight man!CASSIUS
Hear me, for I will speak.CASSIUS
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this?BRUTUS
All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break;CASSIUS
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,
When you are waspish.
Is it come to this?BRUTUS
You say you are a better soldier:CASSIUS
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 noble men.
You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus;BRUTUS
I said, an elder soldier, not a better:
Did I say 'better'?
If you did, I care not.CASSIUS
When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.BRUTUS
Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him.CASSIUS
I durst not!BRUTUS
What, durst not tempt him!BRUTUS
For your life you durst not!CASSIUS
Do not presume too much upon my love;BRUTUS
I may do that I shall be sorry for.
You have done that you should be sorry for.CASSIUS
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
For I am arm'd 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 answer'd Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts;
Dash him to pieces!
I denied you not.BRUTUS
I did not: he was but a fool that broughtBRUTUS
My answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart:
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
I do not, till you practise them on me.CASSIUS
You love me not.BRUTUS
I do not like your faults.CASSIUS
A friendly eye could never see such faults.BRUTUS
A flatterer's would not, though they do appearCASSIUS
As huge as high Olympus.
Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,BRUTUS
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is aweary of the world;
Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;
Cheque'd like a bondman; all his faults observed,
Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd 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 be'st a Roman, take it forth;
I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:
Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for, I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better
Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
Sheathe your dagger:CASSIUS
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
Do what you will, dishonour 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.
Hath Cassius livedBRUTUS
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him?
When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.CASSIUS
Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.BRUTUS
And my heart too.CASSIUS
What's the matter?CASSIUS
Have not you love enough to bear with me,BRUTUS
When that rash humour which my mother gave me
Makes me forgetful?
Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth,Poet
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
[Within] Let me go in to see the generals;LUCILIUS
There is some grudge between 'em, 'tis not meet
They be alone.
[Within] You shall not come to them.Poet
[Within] Nothing but death shall stay me.CASSIUS
Enter Poet, followed by LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, and LUCIUS
How now! what's the matter?Poet
For shame, you generals! what do you mean?CASSIUS
Love, and be friends, as two such men should be;
For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye.
Ha, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rhyme!BRUTUS
Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence!CASSIUS
Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion.BRUTUS
I'll know his humour, when he knows his time:CASSIUS
What should the wars do with these jigging fools?
Away, away, be gone.BRUTUS
Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commandersCASSIUS
Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.
And come yourselves, and bring Messala with youBRUTUS
Immediately to us.
Exeunt LUCILIUS and TITINIUS
Lucius, a bowl of wine!CASSIUS
I did not think you could have been so angry.BRUTUS
O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.CASSIUS
Of your philosophy you make no use,BRUTUS
If you give place to accidental evils.
No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.CASSIUS
She is dead.CASSIUS
How 'scaped I killing when I cross'd you so?BRUTUS
O insupportable and touching loss!
Upon what sickness?
Impatient of my absence,CASSIUS
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, swallow'd fire.
And died so?BRUTUS
O ye immortal gods!BRUTUS
Re-enter LUCIUS, with wine and taper
Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine.CASSIUS
In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.
My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.BRUTUS
Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup;
I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love.
Come in, Titinius!CASSIUS
Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALAWelcome, good Messala.
Now sit we close about this taper here,
And call in question our necessities.
Portia, art thou gone?BRUTUS
No more, I pray you.MESSALA
Messala, I have here received letters,
That young Octavius and Mark Antony
Come down upon us with a mighty power,
Bending their expedition toward Philippi.
Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor.BRUTUS
With what addition?MESSALA
That by proscription and bills of outlawry,BRUTUS
Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,
Have put to death an hundred senators.
Therein our letters do not well agree;CASSIUS
Mine speak of seventy senators that died
By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.
Cicero is dead,BRUTUS
And by that order of proscription.
Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?
Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?BRUTUS
That, methinks, is strange.BRUTUS
Why ask you? hear you aught of her in yours?MESSALA
No, my lord.BRUTUS
Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.MESSALA
Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell:BRUTUS
For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.
Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala:MESSALA
With meditating that she must die once,
I have the patience to endure it now.
Even so great men great losses should endure.CASSIUS
I have as much of this in art as you,BRUTUS
But yet my nature could not bear it so.
Well, to our work alive. What do you thinkCASSIUS
Of marching to Philippi presently?
I do not think it good.BRUTUS
This it is:BRUTUS
'Tis better that the enemy seek us:
So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,
Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still,
Are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness.
Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.CASSIUS
The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground
Do stand but in a forced affection;
For they have grudged us contribution:
The enemy, marching along by them,
By them shall make a fuller number up,
Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encouraged;
From which advantage shall we cut him off,
If at Philippi we do face him there,
These people at our back.
Hear me, good brother.BRUTUS
Under your pardon. You must note beside,CASSIUS
That we have tried the utmost of our friends,
Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe:
The enemy increaseth every day;
We, at the height, are ready to decline.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.
Then, with your will, go on;BRUTUS
We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi.
The deep of night is crept upon our talk,CASSIUS
And nature must obey necessity;
Which we will niggard with a little rest.
There is no more to say?
No more. Good night:BRUTUS
Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.
Enter LUCIUSMy gown.
Exit LUCIUSFarewell, good Messala:
Good night, Titinius. Noble, noble Cassius,
Good night, and good repose.
O my dear brother!BRUTUS
This was an ill beginning of the night:
Never come such division 'tween our souls!
Let it not, Brutus.
Every thing is well.CASSIUS
Good night, my lord.BRUTUS
Good night, good brother.TITINIUS MESSALA
Good night, Lord Brutus.BRUTUS
Farewell, every one.LUCIUS
Exeunt all but BRUTUS
Re-enter LUCIUS, with the gownGive me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
Here in the tent.BRUTUS
What, thou speak'st drowsily?LUCIUS
Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd.
Call Claudius and some other of my men:
I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
Varro and Claudius!VARRO
Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS
Calls my lord?BRUTUS
I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep;VARRO
It may be I shall raise you by and by
On business to my brother Cassius.
So please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure.BRUTUS
I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs;LUCIUS
It may be I shall otherwise bethink me.
Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so;
I put it in the pocket of my gown.
VARRO and CLAUDIUS lie down
I was sure your lordship did not give it me.BRUTUS
Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.LUCIUS
Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
And touch thy instrument a strain or two?
Ay, my lord, an't please you.BRUTUS
It does, my boy:LUCIUS
I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
It is my duty, sir.BRUTUS
I should not urge thy duty past thy might;LUCIUS
I know young bloods look for a time of rest.
I have slept, my lord, already.BRUTUS
It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again;GHOST
I will not hold thee long: if I do live,
I will be good to thee.
Music, and a songThis is a sleepy tune. O murderous slumber,
Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy,
That plays thee music? Gentle knave, good night;
I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee:
If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument;
I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night.
Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turn'd down
Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.
Enter the Ghost of CAESARHow ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here?
I think it is the weakness of mine eyes
That shapes this monstrous apparition.
It comes upon me. Art thou any thing?
Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare?
Speak to me what thou art.
Thy evil spirit, Brutus.BRUTUS
Why comest thou?GHOST
To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.BRUTUS
Well; then I shall see thee again?GHOST
Ay, at Philippi.BRUTUS
Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.LUCIUS
Exit GhostNow I have taken heart thou vanishest:
Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.
Boy, Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Claudius!
The strings, my lord, are false.BRUTUS
He thinks he still is at his instrument.LUCIUS
Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out?LUCIUS
My lord, I do not know that I did cry.BRUTUS
Yes, that thou didst: didst thou see any thing?LUCIUS
Nothing, my lord.BRUTUS
Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudius!VARRO
To VARROFellow thou, awake!
Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?VARRO CLAUDIUS
Did we, my lord?BRUTUS
Ay: saw you any thing?VARRO
No, my lord, I saw nothing.CLAUDIUS
Nor I, my lord.BRUTUS
Go and commend me to my brother Cassius;VARRO CLAUDIUS
Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
And we will follow.
It shall be done, my lord.
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