Did I the tired Cæsar: and this man And, when the fit was on him, I did mark And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Bru. Another general shout! I do believe that these applauses are For some new honours that are heaped on Cæsar. Like a Colossus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus, and Cæsar: What should be in that Cæsar? Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough, Oh you and I have heard our fathers say, There was a Brutus once that would have brooked As easily as a king. Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous; I would not, so with love I might entreat you, I will with patience hear; and find a time Brutus had rather be a villager, Than to repute himself a son of Rome Under these hard conditions as this time Is like to lay upon us. Cas. I am glad that my weak words Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus. SHAKESPERE. BRUTUS AND CASSIUS.-JULIUS CESAR. Second Selection. Cas. That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this : You have condemned 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. Bru. You wronged yourself to write in such a case. Cas. In such a time as this it is not meet That every nice offence should bear his comment. Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself Are much condemned to have an itching palm ; To sell and mart your offices for gold, To undeservers. Cas. I an itching palm? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Cas. Chastisement! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember! Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touched 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. Cas. Brutus, bay not me; I'll not endure it: you forget yourself, Bru. Go to; you are not, Cassius. Bru. 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 : 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 lived he durst not thus have moved me. Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted him. Cas. I durst not? Bru. No. Cas. What! durst not tempt him? 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. For I am armed so strong in honesty, denied me; Which I respect not. I did send to you By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring То you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: Was that done like Cassius ? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Dash him to pieces! Cas. I denied you not. Bru. You did. Cas. I did not:-he was but a fool That brought my answer back.-Brutus hath rived my heart: A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. 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 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; When thou didst hate him worst thou lovedst him better Bru. Sheath your dagger: Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Cas. Hath Cassius lived To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him? Bru. And my heart too. Cas. O Brutus ! Bru. What's the matter? Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour which my mother Makes me forgetful? Bru. Yes, Cassius; and from henceforth, gave me |