But for supporting robbers, shall we now Than such a Roman. Cas. Brutus, bait not me; I'll not endure it: you forget yourself, Bru. Cas. I am. Bru. Go to; you are not, Cassius. I say you are not. Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further. Bru. Away, slight man! Cas. Is 't possible? 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! must I endure all this? Bru. All this? ay, more: Fret, till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Cas. Is it come to this? 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, 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 liv'd he durst not thus have mov'd me. Bru. Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love; I may do that I shall be sorry for. Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for. 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 ;- By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, 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? Cas. Bru. You did. Cas. I denied you not. I did not: he was but a fool That brought my answer back.-Brutus hath riv'd my heart: A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, Bru. I do not like your faults. Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults. Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do ap pear 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; brav'd by his brother; Strike, as thou didst at Cæsar; for, I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst him better Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius. Bru. Sheathe your dagger: Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Cas. Cas. O Brutus !— Bru. What's the matter? Cas. Have not you love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour which my mother gave me Makes me forgetful? Bru. Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so. 48 SCENE FROM "KING RICHARD III." BY SHAKESPEARE. CLARENCE. BRAKENBURY. Brakenbury. Why looks your grace so heavily to-day? Clarence. O, I have pass'd a miserable night, Brak. What was your dream, my lord? I pray you tell me. Clar. Methought that I had broken from the Tower, Methought that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, O Lord! methought what pain it was to drown! |