Stand, ho!

Give the word, ho, and stand!

What now, Lucilius, is Cassius near?

He is at hand, and Pindarus is come

4.2.51914To do you salutation from his master.

He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus,

4.2.71916In his own change or by ill officers,

4.2.81917Hath given me some worthy cause to wish

4.2.91918Things done, undone; but if he be at hand

4.2.101919I shall be satisfied.

I shall be satisfied. I do not doubt

4.2.111921But that my noble master will appear

4.2.121922Such as he is, full of regard and honor.

He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius,

4.2.141924How he received you. Let me be resolved.

With courtesy and with respect enough,

4.2.161926But not with such familiar instances,

4.2.171927Nor with such free and friendly conference

4.2.181928As he hath used of old.

As he hath used of old. Thou hast described

4.2.191930A hot friend cooling. Ever note, Lucilius,

4.2.201931When love begins to sicken and decay,

4.2.211932It useth an enforcèd ceremony.

4.2.221933There are no tricks in plain and simple faith,

4.2.231934But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,

4.2.241935Make gallant show and promise of their mettle;

4.2.251937But when they should endure the bloody spur,

4.2.261938They fall their crests, and like deceitful jades

4.2.271939Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?

They mean this night in Sardis to be quartered.

4.2.291941The greater part, the horse in general,

4.2.301942Are come with Cassius.

Are come with Cassius. Hark! he is arrived.

4.2.311945March gently on to meet him.

Stand, ho!

Stand, ho! Speak the word along!

Stand!

Stand!

Stand!

Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.

Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies?

4.2.391953And if not so, how should I wrong a brother?

Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs,

4.2.411955And when you do them--

And when you do them-- Cassius, be content.

4.2.421957Speak your griefs softly. I do know you well.

4.2.431958Before the eyes of both our armies here,

4.2.441959Which should perceive nothing but love from us,

4.2.451960Let us not wrangle. Bid them move away;

4.2.461961Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,

4.2.471962And I will give you audience.

And I will give you audience. Pindarus,

4.2.481964Bid our commanders lead their charges off

4.2.491965A little from this ground.

Lucilius, do you the like, and let no man

4.2.511967Come to our tent, till we have done our conference.

4.2.521968Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door.