JULIUS CAESAR 4.3

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JULIUS CAESAR 4.3

Brutus's tent.

[Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS]

CASSIUS That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this:

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. 5

BRUTUS You wronged yourself to write in such a case.

CASSIUS In such a time as this it is not meet

That every nice offence should bear his comment.

BRUTUS Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself

Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm; 10

To sell and mart your offices for gold

To undeservers.

CASSIUS I an itching palm!

You know that you are Brutus that speak this,

Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

BRUTUS The name of Cassius honours this corruption, 15

And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

CASSIUS Chastisement!

BRUTUS Remember March, the ides of March remember:

Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?

What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, 20

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 25

For so much trash as may be grasped thus?

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,

Than such a Roman.

CASSIUS Brutus, bay not me;

I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,

To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I, 30

Older in practise, abler than yourself

To make conditions.

BRUTUS Go to; you are not, Cassius.

CASSIUS I am.

BRUTUS I say you are not. 35

CASSIUS Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;

Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.

BRUTUS Away, slight man!

CASSIUS Is't possible?

BRUTUS Hear me, for I will speak.

Must I give way and room to your rash choler? 40

Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?

CASSIUS O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this?

BRUTUS 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? 45

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, 50

When you are waspish.

CASSIUS Is it come to this?

BRUTUS 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, 55

I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

CASSIUS You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus;

I said, an elder soldier, not a better:

Did I say 'better'?

BRUTUS If you did, I care not. 60

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 No.

CASSIUS What, durst not tempt him! 65

BRUTUS For your life you durst not!

CASSIUS Do not presume too much upon my love;

I may do that I shall be sorry for.

BRUTUS You have done that you should be sorry for.

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, 70

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: 75

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, 80

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; 85

Dash him to pieces!

CASSIUS I denied you not.

BRUTUS You did.

CASSIUS I did not: he was but a fool that brought

My answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart: 90

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,

But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

BRUTUS 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. 95

BRUTUS A flatterer's would not, though they do appear

As huge as high Olympus.

CASSIUS Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,

Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,

For Cassius is aweary of the world; 100

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, 105

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, 110

When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better

Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.

BRUTUS Sheathe your dagger:

Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;

Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. 115

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.

CASSIUS Hath Cassius lived 120

To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,

When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him?

BRUTUS 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. 125

CASSIUS O Brutus!

BRUTUS What's the matter?

CASSIUS Have not you love enough to bear with me,

When that rash humour which my mother gave me

Makes me forgetful?

BRUTUS Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth, 130

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. 135

LUCILIUS [Within] You shall not come to them.

Poet [Within] Nothing but death shall stay me.

[Enter Poet, followed by LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, and LUCIUS]

CASSIUS How now! what's the matter?

Poet For shame, you generals! what do you mean?

Love, and be friends, as two such men should be; 140

For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye.

CASSIUS 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: 145

What should the wars do with these jigging fools?

Companion, hence!

CASSIUS Away, away, be gone.

[Exit Poet]

BRUTUS Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders

Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.

CASSIUS And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you 150

Immediately to us.

[Exeunt LUCILIUS and TITINIUS]

BRUTUS Lucius, a bowl of wine!

[Exit LUCIUS]

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, 155

If you give place to accidental evils.

BRUTUS No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.

CASSIUS Ha! Portia!

BRUTUS She is dead.

CASSIUS How 'scaped I killing when I cross'd you so? 160

O insupportable and touching loss!

Upon what sickness?

BRUTUS Impatient of my absence,

And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony

Have made themselves so strong:--for with her death 165

That tidings came;--with this she fell distract,

And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire.

CASSIUS And died so?

BRUTUS Even so.

CASSIUS O ye immortal gods!

[Re-enter LUCIUS, with wine and taper]

BRUTUS Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine. 170

In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.

CASSIUS My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.

Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup;

I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love.

BRUTUS Come in, Titinius! 175

[Exit LUCIUS]

[Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA]

Welcome, good Messala.

Now sit we close about this taper here,

And call in question our necessities.

CASSIUS Portia, art thou gone?

BRUTUS No more, I pray you. 180

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.

MESSALA Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor. 185

BRUTUS With what addition?

MESSALA That by proscription and bills of outlawry,

Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,

Have put to death an hundred senators.

BRUTUS Therein our letters do not well agree; 190

Mine speak of seventy senators that died

By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.

CASSIUS Cicero one!

MESSALA Cicero is dead,

And by that order of proscription.

Had you your letters from your wife, my lord? 195

BRUTUS No, Messala.

MESSALA Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?

BRUTUS Nothing, Messala.

MESSALA That, methinks, is strange.

BRUTUS Why ask you? hear you aught of her in yours?

MESSALA No, my lord. 200

BRUTUS Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.

MESSALA Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell:

For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.

BRUTUS Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala:

With meditating that she must die once, 205

I have the patience to endure it now.

MESSALA Even so great men great losses should endure.

CASSIUS I have as much of this in art as you,

But yet my nature could not bear it so.

BRUTUS Well, to our work alive. What do you think 210

Of marching to Philippi presently?

CASSIUS I do not think it good.

BRUTUS Your reason?

CASSIUS This it is:

'Tis better that the enemy seek us: 215

So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,

Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still,

Are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness.

BRUTUS Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.

The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground 220

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; 225

From which advantage shall we cut him off,

If at Philippi we do face him there,

These people at our back.

CASSIUS Hear me, good brother.

BRUTUS Under your pardon. You must note beside, 230

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, 235

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, 240

Or lose our ventures.

CASSIUS Then, with your will, go on;

We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi.

BRUTUS The deep of night is crept upon our talk,

And nature must obey necessity; 245

Which we will niggard with a little rest.

There is no more to say?

CASSIUS No more. Good night:

Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.

BRUTUS Lucius! 250

[Enter LUCIUS]

My gown.

[Exit LUCIUS]

Farewell, good Messala:

Good night, Titinius. Noble, noble Cassius,

Good night, and good repose.

CASSIUS O my dear brother!

This was an ill beginning of the night: 255

Never come such division 'tween our souls!

Let it not, Brutus.

BRUTUS Every thing is well.

CASSIUS Good night, my lord.

BRUTUS Good night, good brother. 260

TITINIUS, MESSALA |Good night, Lord Brutus.

BRUTUS Farewell, every one.

[Exeunt all but BRUTUS]

[Re-enter LUCIUS, with the gown]

Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?

LUCIUS Here in the tent.

BRUTUS What, thou speak'st drowsily?

Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd. 265

Call Claudius and some other of my men:

I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.

LUCIUS Varro and Claudius!

[Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS]

VARRO Calls my lord?

BRUTUS I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep; 270

It may be I shall raise you by and by

On business to my brother Cassius.

VARRO So please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure.

BRUTUS I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs;

It may be I shall otherwise bethink me. 275

Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so;

I put it in the pocket of my gown.

[VARRO and CLAUDIUS lie down]

LUCIUS I was sure your lordship did not give it me.

BRUTUS Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.

Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, 280

And touch thy instrument a strain or two?

LUCIUS Ay, my lord, an't please you.

BRUTUS It does, my boy:

I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.

LUCIUS It is my duty, sir. 285

BRUTUS I should not urge thy duty past thy might;

I know young bloods look for a time of rest.

LUCIUS I have slept, my lord, already.

BRUTUS It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again;

I will not hold thee long: if I do live, 290

I will be good to thee.

[Music, and a song]

This 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: 295

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 CAESAR]

How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here? 300

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? 305

Speak to me what thou art.

GHOST 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? 310

GHOST Ay, at Philippi.

BRUTUS Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.

[Exit Ghost]

Now I have taken heart thou vanishest:

Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.

Boy, Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Claudius! 315

LUCIUS The strings, my lord, are false.

BRUTUS He thinks he still is at his instrument.

Lucius, awake!

LUCIUS My lord?

BRUTUS Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out? 320

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!

[To VARRO]

Fellow thou, awake! 325

VARRO My lord?

CLAUDIUS My lord?

BRUTUS Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?

VARRO, CLAUDIUS |Did we, my lord?

BRUTUS Ay: saw you any thing? 330

VARRO No, my lord, I saw nothing.

CLAUDIUS Nor I, my lord.

BRUTUS Go and commend me to my brother Cassius;

Bid him set on his powers betimes before,

And we will follow. 335

VARRO, CLAUDIUS |It shall be done, my lord.

[Exeunt]

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CASSIUS	That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this:
	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.	5

CASSIUS		In such a time as this it is not meet
		That every nice offence should bear his comment.

BRUTUS	Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
	Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm;	10
	To sell and mart your offices for gold
	To undeservers.

CASSIUS		I an itching palm!
		You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
		Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

BRUTUS		The name of Cassius honours this corruption,	15
		And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

BRUTUS	Remember March, the ides of March remember:
	Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
	What villain touch'd his body, that did stab,	20
	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	25
	For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
	I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
	Than such a Roman.

CASSIUS	Brutus, bay not me;
	I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,
	To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I,	30
	Older in practise, abler than yourself
	To make conditions.

CASSIUS		Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;
		Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.

BRUTUS	Hear me, for I will speak.
	Must I give way and room to your rash choler?	40
	Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?

BRUTUS	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?	45
	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,	50
	When you are waspish.

BRUTUS	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,	55
	I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

CASSIUS		You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus;
		I said, an elder soldier, not a better:
		Did I say 'better'?

CASSIUS		Do not presume too much upon my love;
		I may do that I shall be sorry for.

BRUTUS	You have done that you should be sorry for.
	There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,	70
	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:	75
	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,	80
	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;	85
	Dash him to pieces!

CASSIUS	I did not: he was but a fool that brought
	My answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart:	90
	A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
	But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

BRUTUS		A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
		As huge as high Olympus.

CASSIUS	Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
	Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
	For Cassius is aweary of the world;	100
	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,	105
	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,	110
	When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better
	Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.

BRUTUS	Sheathe your dagger:
	Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
	Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.	115
	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.

CASSIUS	Hath Cassius lived	120
	To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
	When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him?

CASSIUS		Have not you love enough to bear with me,
		When that rash humour which my mother gave me
		Makes me forgetful?

BRUTUS	Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth,	130
	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.	135

Poet		[Within] Nothing but death shall stay me.
		[Enter Poet, followed by LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, and LUCIUS]

Poet	For shame, you generals! what do you mean?
	Love, and be friends, as two such men should be;	140
	For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye.

BRUTUS	I'll know his humour, when he knows his time:	145
	What should the wars do with these jigging fools?
	Companion, hence!

BRUTUS		Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
		Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.

CASSIUS	And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you	150
	Immediately to us.
	[Exeunt LUCILIUS and TITINIUS]

CASSIUS		Of your philosophy you make no use,	155
		If you give place to accidental evils.

CASSIUS	How 'scaped I killing when I cross'd you so?	160
	O insupportable and touching loss!
	Upon what sickness?

BRUTUS	Impatient of my absence,
	And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony
	Have made themselves so strong:--for with her death	165
	That tidings came;--with this she fell distract,
	And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire.