1970Cassi. That you haue wrong'd me, doth appear in this:

1971You haue condemn'd, and noted Lucius Pella

1972For taking Bribes heere of the Sardians;

1973Wherein my Letters, praying on his side,

1974Because I knew the man was slighted off.

1975Bru. You wrong'd your selfe to write in such a case.

1976Cassi. In such a time as this, it is not meet

1977That euery nice offence should beare his Comment.

1978Bru. Let me tell you Cassius, you your selfe

1979Are much condemn'd to haue an itching Palme,

1980To sell, and Mart your Offices for Gold

1981To Vndeseruers.

1982Cassi. I, an itching Palme?

1983You know that you are Brutus that speakes this,

1984Or by the Gods, this speech were else your last.

1985Bru. The name of Cassius Honors this corruption,

1986And Chasticement doth therefore hide his head.

1987Cassi. Chasticement?

1988Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remẽmber:

1989Did not great Iulius bleede for Iustice sake?

1990What Villaine touch'd his body, that did stab,

1991And not for Iustice? What? Shall one of Vs,

1992That strucke the Formost man of all this World,

1993But for supporting Robbers: shall we now,

1994Contaminate our fingers, with base Bribes?

1995And sell the mighty space of our large Honors

1996For so much trash, as may be grasped thus?

1997I had rather be a Dogge, and bay the Moone,

1998Then such a Roman.

1999Cassi. Brutus, baite not me,

2000Ile not indure it: you forget your selfe

2001To hedge me in. I am a Souldier, I,

2002Older in practice, Abler then your selfe

2003To make Conditions.

2004Bru. Go too: you are not Cassius.

2005Cassi. I am.

2006Bru. I say, you are not.

2007Cassi. Vrge me no more, I shall forget my selfe:

2008Haue minde vpon your health: Tempt me no farther.

2009Bru. Away slight man.

2010Cassi. Is't possible?

2011Bru. Heare me, for I will speake.

2012Must I giue way, and roome to your rash Choller?

2013Shall I be frighted, when a Madman stares?

2014Cassi. O ye Gods, ye Gods, Must I endure all this?

2015Bru. All this? I more: Fret till your proud hart break.

2016Go shew your Slaues how Chollericke you are,

2017And make your Bondmen tremble. Must I bouge?

2018Must I obserue you? Must I stand and crouch

2019Vnder your Testie Humour? By the Gods,

2020You shall digest the Venom of your Spleene

2021Though it do Split you. For, from this day forth,

2022Ile vse you for my Mirth, yea for my Laughter

2023When you are Waspish.

2024Cassi. Is it come to this?

2025Bru. You say, you are a better Souldier:

2026Let it appeare so; make your vaunting true,

2027And it shall please me well. For mine owne part,

2028I shall be glad to learne of Noble men.

2029Cass. You wrong me euery way:

2030You wrong me Brutus:

2031I saide, an Elder Souldier, not a Better.

2032Did I say Better?

2033Bru. If you did, I care not.

2034Cass. When Caesar liu'd, he durst not thus haue mou'd (me.

2035Brut. Peace, peace, you durst not so haue tempted him.

2036Cassi. I durst not.

2037Bru. No.

2038Cassi. What? durst not tempt him?

2039Bru. For your life you durst not.

2040Cassi. Do not presume too much vpon my Loue,

2041I may do that I shall be sorry for.

2042Bru. You haue done that you should be sorry for.

2043There is no terror Cassius in your threats:

2044For I am Arm'd so strong in Honesty,

2045That they passe by me, as the idle winde,

2046Which I respect not. I did send to you

2047For certaine summes of Gold, which you deny'd me,

2048For I can raise no money by vile meanes:

2049By Heauen, I had rather Coine my Heart,

2050And drop my blood for Drachmaes, then to wring

2051From the hard hands of Peazants, their vile trash

2052By any indirection. I did send

2053To you for Gold to pay my Legions,

2054Which you deny'd me: was that done like Cassius?

2055Should I haue answer'd Caius Cassius so?

2056When Marcus Brutus growes so Couetous,

2057To locke such Rascall Counters from his Friends,

2058Be ready Gods with all your Thunder-bolts,

2059Dash him to peeces.

2060Cassi. I deny'd you not.

2061Bru. You did.

2062Cassi. I did not. He was but a Foole

2063That brought my answer back. Brutus hath riu'd my hart:

2064A Friend should beare his Friends infirmities;

2065But Brutus makes mine greater then they are.

2066Bru. I do not, till you practice them on me.

2067Cassi. You loue me not.

2068Bru. I do not like your faults.

2069Cassi. A friendly eye could neuer see such faults.

2070Bru. A Flatterers would not, though they do appeare

2071As huge as high Olympus.

2072Cassi. Come Antony, and yong Octauius come,

2073Reuenge your selues alone on Cassius,

2074For Cassius is a-weary of the World:

2075Hated by one he loues, brau'd by his Brother,

2076Check'd like a bondman, all his faults obseru'd,

2077Set in a Note-booke, learn'd, and con'd by roate

2078To cast into my Teeth. O I could weepe

2079My Spirit from mine eyes. There is my Dagger,

2080And heere my naked Breast: Within, a Heart

2081Deerer then Pluto's Mine, Richer then Gold:

2082If that thou bee'st a Roman, take it foorth.

2083I that deny'd thee Gold, will giue my Heart:

2084Strike as thou did'st at Caesar: For I know,

2085When thou did'st hate him worst, y^u loued'st him better

2086Then euer thou loued'st Cassius.

2087Bru. Sheath your Dagger:

2088Be angry when you will, it shall haue scope:

2089Do what you will, Dishonor, shall be Humour.

2090O Cassius, you are yoaked with a Lambe

2091That carries Anger, as the Flint beares fire,

2092Who much inforced, shewes a hastie Sparke,

2093And straite is cold agen.

2094Cassi. Hath Cassius liu'd

2095To be but Mirth and Laughter to his Brutus,

2096When greefe and blood ill temper'd, vexeth him?

2097Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill remper'd too.

2098Cassi. Do you confesse so much? Giue me your hand.

2099Bru. And my heart too.

2100Cassi. O Brutus!

2101Bru. What's the matter?

2102Cassi. Haue not you loue enough to beare with me,

2103When that rash humour which my Mother gaue me

2104Makes me forgetfull.

2105Bru. Yes Cassius, and from henceforth

2106When you are ouer-earnest with your Brutus,

2107Hee'l thinke your Mother chides, and leaue you so.

2109Poet. Let me go in to see the Generals,

2110There is some grudge betweene 'em, 'tis not meete

2111They be alone.

2112Lucil. You shall not come to them.

2113Poet. Nothing but death shall stay me.

2114Cas. How now? What's the matter?

2115Poet. For shame you Generals; what do you meane?

2116Loue, and be Friends, as two such men should bee,

2117For I haue seene more yeeres I'me sure then yee.

2118Cas. Ha, ha, how vildely doth this Cynicke rime?

2119Bru. Get you hence sirra: Sawcy Fellow, hence.

2120Cas. Beare with him Brutus, 'tis his fashion.

2121Brut. Ile know his humor, when he knowes his time:

2122What should the Warres do with these Iigging Fooles?

2123Companion, hence.

2124Cas. Away, away be gone. Exit Poet

2125Bru. Lucillius and Titinius bid the Commanders

2126Prepare to lodge their Companies to night.

2127Cas. And come your selues, & bring Messala with you

2128Immediately to vs.

2129Bru. Lucius, a bowle of Wine.

2130Cas. I did not thinke you could haue bin so angry.

2131Bru. O Cassius, I am sicke of many greefes.

2132Cas. Of your Philosophy you make no vse,

2133If you giue place to accidentall euils.

2134Bru. No man beares sorrow better. Portia is dead.

2135Cas. Ha? Portia?

2136Bru. She is dead.

2137Cas. How scap'd I killing, when I crost you so?

2138O insupportable, and touching losse!

2139Vpon what sicknesse?

2140Bru. Impatient of my absence,

2141And greefe, that yong Octauius with Mark Antony

2142Haue made themselues so strong: For with her death

2143That tydings came. With this she fell distract,

2144And (her Attendants absent) swallow'd fire.

2145Cas. And dy'd so?

2146Bru. Euen so.

2147Cas. O ye immortall Gods!

2149Bru. Speak no more of her: Giue me a bowl of wine,

2150In this I bury all vnkindnesse Cassius. Drinkes

2151Cas. My heart is thirsty for that Noble pledge.

2152Fill Lucius, till the Wine ore-swell the Cup:

2153I cannot drinke too much of Brutus loue.

2155Brutus. Come in Titinius:

2156Welcome good Messala:

2157Now sit we close about this Taper heere,

2158And call in question our necessities.

2159Cass. Portia, art thou gone?

2160Bru. No more I pray you.

2161Messala, I haue heere receiued Letters,

2162That yong Octauius, and Marke Antony

2163Come downe vpon vs with a mighty power,

2164Bending their Expedition toward Philippi.

ll3 Mess.

2165Mess. My selfe haue Letters of the selfe-same Tenure.

2166Bru. With what Addition.

2167Mess. That by proscription, and billes of Outlarie,

2168Octauius, Antony, and Lepidus,

2169Haue put to death, an hundred Senators.

2170Bru. Therein our Letters do not well agree:

2171Mine speake of seuenty Senators, that dy'de

2172By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.

2173Cassi. Cicero one?

2174Messa. Cicero is dead, and by that order of proscription

2175Had you your Letters from your wife, my Lord?

2176Bru. No Messala.

2177Messa. Nor nothing in your Letters writ of her?

2178Bru. Nothing Messala.

2179Messa. That me thinkes is strange.

2180Bru. Why aske you?

2181Heare you ought of her, in yours?

2182Messa. No my Lord.

2183Bru. Now as you are a Roman tell me true.

2184Messa. Then like a Roman, beare the truth I tell,

2185For certaine she is dead, and by strange manner.

2186Bru. Why farewell Portia: We must die Messala:

2187With meditating that she must dye once,

2188I haue the patience to endure it now.

2189Messa. Euen so great men, great losses shold indure.

2190Cassi. I haue as much of this in Art as you,

2191But yet my Nature could not beare it so.

2192Bru. Well, to our worke aliue. What do you thinke

2193Of marching to Philippi presently.

2194Cassi. I do not thinke it good.

2195Bru. Your reason?

2196Cassi. This it is:

2197'Tis better that the Enemie seeke vs,

2198So shall he waste his meanes, weary his Souldiers,

2199Doing himselfe offence, whil'st we lying still,

2200Are full of rest, defence, and nimblenesse.

2201Bru. Good reasons must of force giue place to better:

2202The people 'twixt Philippi, and this ground

2203Do stand but in a forc'd affection:

2204For they haue grug'd vs Contribution.

2205The Enemy, marching along by them,

2206By them shall make a fuller number vp,

2207Come on refresht, new added, and encourag'd:

2208From which aduantage shall we cut him off.

2209If at Philippi we do face him there,

2210These people at our backe.

2211Cassi. Heare me good Brother.

2212Bru. Vnder your pardon. You must note beside,

2213That we haue tride the vtmost of our Friends:

2214Our Legions are brim full, our cause is ripe,

2215The Enemy encreaseth euery day,

2216We at the height, are readie to decline.

2217There is a Tide in the affayres of men,

2218Which taken at the Flood, leades on to Fortune:

2219Omitted, all the voyage of their life,

2220Is bound in Shallowes, and in Miseries.

2221On such a full Sea are we now a-float,

2222And we must take the current when it serues,

2223Or loose our Ventures.

2224Cassi. Then with your will go on: wee'l along

2225Our selues, and meet them at Philippi.

2226Bru. The deepe of night is crept vpon our talke,

2227And Nature must obey Necessitie,

2228Which we will niggard with a little rest:

2229There is no more to say.

2230Cassi. No more, good night,

2231Early to morrow will we rise, and hence.

2233Bru. Lucius my Gowne: farewell good Messala,

2234Good night Titinius: Noble, Noble Cassius,

2235Good night, and good repose.

2236Cassi. O my deere Brother:

2237This was an ill beginning of the night:

2238Neuer come such diuision 'tweene our soules:

2239Let it not Brutus.

2241Bru. Euery thing is well.

2242Cassi. Good night my Lord.

2243Bru. Good night good Brother.

2244Tit. Messa. Good night Lord Brutus.

2245Bru. Farwell euery one. Exeunt.

2246Giue me the Gowne. Where is thy Instrument?

2247Luc. Heere in the Tent.

2248Bru. What, thou speak'st drowsily?

2249Poore knaue I blame thee not, thou art ore-watch'd.

2250Call Claudio, and some other of my men,

2251Ile haue them sleepe on Cushions in my Tent.

2252Luc. Varrus, and Claudio.

2254Var. Cals my Lord?

2255Bru. I pray you sirs, lye in my Tent and sleepe,

2256It may be I shall raise you by and by

2257On businesse to my Brother Cassius.

2258Var. So please you, we will stand,

2259And watch your pleasure.

2260Bru. I will it not haue it so: Lye downe good sirs,

2261It may be I shall otherwise bethinke me.

2262Looke Lucius, heere's the booke I sought for so:

2263I put it in the pocket of my Gowne.

2264Luc. I was sure your Lordship did not giue it me.

2265Bru. Beare with me good Boy, I am much forgetfull.

2266Canst thou hold vp thy heauie eyes a-while,

2267And touch thy Instrument a straine or two.

2268Luc. I my Lord, an't please you.

2269Bru. It does my Boy:

2270I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.

2271Luc. It is my duty Sir.

2272Brut. I should not vrge thy duty past thy might,

2273I know yong bloods looke for a time of rest.

2274Luc. I haue slept my Lord already.

2275Bru. It was well done, and thou shalt sleepe againe:

2276I will not hold thee long. If I do liue,

2277I will be good to thee.

2279This is a sleepy Tune: O Murd'rous slumbler!

2280Layest thou thy Leaden Mace vpon my Boy,

2281That playes thee Musicke? Gentle knaue good night:

2282I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee:

2283If thou do'st nod, thou break'st thy Instrument,

2284Ile take it from thee, and (good Boy) good night.

2285Let me see, let me see; is not the Leafe turn'd downe

2286Where I left reading? Heere it is I thinke.

2288How ill this Taper burnes. Ha! Who comes heere?

2289I thinke it is the weakenesse of mine eyes

2290That shapes this monstrous Apparition.

2291It comes vpon me: Art thou any thing?

2292Art thou some God, some Angell, or some Diuell,

2293That mak'st my blood cold, and my haire to stare?

2294Speake to me, what thou art.

2295Ghost. Thy euill Spirit Brutus?

2296Bru. Why com'st thou?

2297Ghost. To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.

2298Brut. Well: then I shall see thee againe?

2299Ghost. I, at Philippi.

2300Brut. Why I will see thee at Philippi then:

2301Now I haue taken heart, thou vanishest.

2302Ill Spirit, I would hold more talke with thee.

2303Boy, Lucius, Varrus, Claudio, Sirs: Awake:

2304Claudio.

2305Luc. The strings my Lord, are false.

2306Bru. He thinkes he still is at his Instrument.

2307Lucius, awake.

2308Luc. My Lord.

2309Bru. Did'st thou dreame Lucius, that thou so cryedst

2310out?

2311Luc. My Lord, I do not know that I did cry.

2312Bru. Yes that thou did'st: Did'st thou see any thing?

2313Luc. Nothing my Lord.

2314Bru. Sleepe againe Lucius: Sirra Claudio, Fellow,

2315Thou: Awake.

2316Var. My Lord.

2317Claeu. My Lord.

2318Bru. Why did you so cry out sirs, in your sleepe?

2319Both. Did we my Lord?

2320Bru. I: saw you any thing?

2321Var. No my Lord, I saw nothing.

2322Clau. Nor I my Lord.

2323Bru. Go, and commend me to my Brother Cassius:

2324Bid him set on his Powres betimes before,

2325And we will follow.

2326Both. It shall be done my Lord. Exeunt