Julius Caesar (Modern)

 1970[4.3]
 4.3.1Cassius
 That you have wronged me doth appear in this:
 4.3.21971You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella
 4.3.31972For taking bribes here of the Sardians,
 4.3.41973Wherein my letters, praying on his side,
 4.3.51974Because I knew the man, was slighted off
 4.3.61975Brutus
 You wronged yourself to write in such a case.
 4.3.71976Cassius
 In such a time as this, it is not meet
 4.3.81977That every nice offense should bear his comment.
 4.3.91978Brutus
 Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
 4.3.101979Are much condemned to have an itching palm,
 4.3.111980To sell and mart your offices for gold
 4.3.121981To undeservers.
 1982Cassius
 To undeservers.  I, an itching palm?
 4.3.131983You know that you are Brutus that speaks this,
 4.3.141984Or by the gods, this speech were else your last!
 4.3.151985Brutus
 The name of Cassius honors this corruption,
 4.3.161986And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
 4.3.171987Cassius
 Chastisement!
 4.3.181988Brutus
 Remember March, the ides of March remember.
 4.3.191989Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
 4.3.201990What villain touched his body that did stab
 4.3.211991And not for justice? What, shall one of us
 4.3.221992That struck the foremost man of all this world
 4.3.231993But for supporting robbers, shall we now
 4.3.241994Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
 4.3.251995And sell the mighty space of our large honors
 4.3.261996For so much trash as may be graspèd thus?
 4.3.271997I had rather be a dog and bay the moon
 4.3.281998Than such a Roman.
 1999Cassius
 Than such a Roman.  Brutus, bait not me!
 4.3.292000I'll not endure it. You forget yourself
 4.3.302001To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I,
 4.3.312002Older in practice, abler than yourself
 4.3.322003To make conditions.
 4.3.332004Brutus
 Go to. You are not Cassius.
 4.3.342005Cassius
 I am.
 4.3.352006Brutus
 I say, you are not.
 4.3.362007Cassius
 Urge me no more! I shall forget myself.
 4.3.372008Have mind upon your health. Tempt me no farther.
 4.3.382009Brutus
 Away, slight man.
 4.3.392010Cassius
 Is't possible?
 2011Brutus
 Is't possible?  Hear me, for I will speak.
 4.3.402012Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
 4.3.412013Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
 4.3.422014Cassius
 O ye gods! Ye gods! Must I endure all this?
 4.3.432015Brutus
 All this? Ay, more. Fret till your proud heart break.
 4.3.442016Go show your slaves how choleric you are,
 4.3.452017And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?
 4.3.462018Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
 4.3.472019Under your testy humor? By the gods,
 4.3.482020You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
 4.3.492021Though it do split you. For from this day forth,
 4.3.502022I'll use you for my mirth, yea for my laughter,
 4.3.512023When you are waspish.
 2024Cassius
 When you are waspish.  Is it come to this?
 4.3.522025Brutus
 You say you are a better soldier.
 4.3.532026Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
 4.3.542027And it shall please me well. For mine own part,
 4.3.552028I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
 4.3.562029Cassius
 You wrong me every way. 2030You wrong me, Brutus.
 4.3.572031I said an elder soldier, not a better.
 4.3.582032Did I say "better"?
 2033Brutus
 Did I say "better"?  If you did, I care not.
 4.3.592034Cassius
 When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.
 4.3.602035Brutus
 Peace, peace! You durst not so have tempted him.
 4.3.612036Cassius
 I durst not?
 4.3.622037Brutus
 No.
 4.3.632038Cassius
 What? durst not tempt him?
 2039Brutus
 What? durst not tempt him?  For your life you durst not.
 4.3.642040Cassius
 Do not presume too much upon my love;
 4.3.652041I may do that I shall be sorry for.
 4.3.662042Brutus
 You have done that you should be sorry for.
 4.3.672043There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
 4.3.682044For I am armed so strong in honesty
 4.3.692045That they pass by me as the idle wind,
 4.3.702046Which I respect not. I did send to you
 4.3.712047For certain sums of gold, which you denied me,
 4.3.722048For I can raise no money by vile means.
 4.3.732049By heaven, I had rather coin my heart
 4.3.742050And drop my blood for drachmas than to wring
 4.3.752051From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
 4.3.762052By any indirection. I did send
 4.3.772053To you for gold to pay my legions,
 4.3.782054Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius?
 4.3.792055Should I have answered Caius Cassius so?
 4.3.802056When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
 4.3.812057To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
 4.3.822058Be ready, gods: with all your thunderbolts
 4.3.832059Dash him to pieces.
 2060Cassius
 Dash him to pieces.  I denied you not.
 4.3.842061Brutus
 You did.
 4.3.852062Cassius
 You did.  I did not. He was but a fool
 4.3.862063That brought my answer back. Brutus hath rived my hart.
 4.3.872064A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
 4.3.882065But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
 4.3.892066Brutus
 I do not, till you practice them on me.
 4.3.902067Cassius
 You love me not.
 2068Brutus
 You love me not.  I do not like your faults.
 4.3.912069Cassius
 A friendly eye could never see such faults.
 4.3.922070Brutus
 A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
 4.3.932071As huge as high Olympus.
 4.3.942072Cassius
 Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
 4.3.952073Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
 4.3.962074For Cassius is aweary of the world,
 4.3.972075Hated by one he loves, braved by his brother,
 4.3.982076Checked like a bondman, all his faults observed,
 4.3.992077Set in a notebook, learned, and conned by rote
 4.3.1002078To cast into my teeth. Oh, I could weep
 4.3.1012079My spirit from mine eyes. There is my dagger,
 4.3.1022080And here my naked breast; within, a heart
 4.3.1032081Dearer than Pluto's mine, richer than gold.
 4.3.1042082If that thou be'est a Roman, take it forth.
 4.3.1052083I that denied the gold will give my heart.
 4.3.1062084Strike as thou did'st at Caesar, for I know,
 4.3.1072085When thou did'st hate him worst, thou loved'st him better
 4.3.1082086Than ever thou loved'st Cassius.
 2087Brutus
 Than ever thou loved'st Cassius.  Sheath your dagger.
 4.3.1092088Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
 4.3.1102089Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor.
 4.3.1112090O Cassius, you are yokèd with a lamb
 4.3.1122091That carries anger as the flint bears fire,
 4.3.1132092Who much enforcèd, shows a hasty spark,
 4.3.1142093And straight is cold again.
 2094Cassius
 And straight is cold again.  Hath Cassius lived
 4.3.1152095To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
 4.3.1162096When grief and blood ill-tempered vexeth him?
 4.3.1172097Brutus
 When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered too.
 4.3.1182098Cassius
 Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
 4.3.1192099Brutus
 And my heart too.
 2100Cassius
 And my heart too.  O Brutus!
 2101Brutus
 And my heart too. O Brutus!  What's the matter?
 4.3.1202102Cassius
 Have not you love enough to bear with me,
 4.3.1212103When that rash humor which my mother gave me
 4.3.1222104Makes me forgetful?
 2105Brutus
 Makes me forgetful?  Yes, Cassius, and from henceforth,
 4.3.1232106When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
 4.3.1242107He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
 4.3.124.12108Enter a Poet, [Lucilius, and Titinius].
 4.3.1252109Poet
 Let me go in to see the generals!
 4.3.1262110There is some grudge between 'em. 'Tis not meet
 4.3.1272111They be alone.
 2112Lucilius
 They be alone.  You shall not come to them!
 4.3.1282113Poet
 Nothing but death shall stay me.
 4.3.1292114Cassius
 How now? What's the matter?
 4.3.1302115Poet
 For shame, you generals! What do you mean?
 4.3.1312116
 Love, and be friends, as two such men should be,
 4.3.1322117For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye.
 4.3.1332118Cassius
 Ha, ha! How vilely doth this cynic rhyme!
 4.3.1342119Brutus
 Get you hence, sirrah! Saucy fellow, hence!
 4.3.1352120Cassius
 Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion.
 4.3.1362121Brutus
 I'll know his humor, when he knows his time.
 4.3.1372122What should the wars do with these jigging fools?
 4.3.1382123Companion, hence.
 2124Cassius
 Companion, hence.  Away, away be gone.
 4.3.138.1Exit Poet
 4.3.1392125Brutus
 Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
 4.3.1402126Prepare to lodge their companies tonight.
 4.3.1412127Cassius
 And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you
 4.3.1422128Immediately to us.
 4.3.0.1[Exeunt Lucilius and Titinius]
 2129Brutus
 Immediately to us.  Lucius, a bowl of wine.
 4.3.1432130Cassius
 I did not think you could have been so angry.
 4.3.1442131Brutus
 O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.
 4.3.1452132Cassius
 Of your philosophy you make no use,
 4.3.1462133If you give place to accidental evils.
 4.3.1472134Brutus
 No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.
 4.3.1482135Cassius
 Ha? Portia?
 4.3.1492136Brutus
 She is dead.
 4.3.1502137Cassius
 How scaped I killing, when I crossed you so?
 4.3.1512138O insupportable and touching loss!
 4.3.1522139Upon what sickness?
 2140Brutus
 Upon what sickness?  Impatient of my absence,
 4.3.1532141And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony
 4.3.1542142Have made themselves so strong--for with her death
 4.3.1552143That tidings came--with this she fell distract,
 4.3.1562144And, her attendants absent, swallowed fire.
 4.3.1572145Cassius
 And died so?
 2146Brutus
 And died so?  Even so.
 2147Cassius
 And died so? Even so.  O ye immortal gods!
 4.3.157.12148Enter Boy with wine and tapers.
 4.3.1582149Brutus
 Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine.
 4.3.1592150In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.
 4.3.159.1Drinks
 4.3.1602151Cassius
 My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.
 4.3.1612152Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup.
 4.3.1622153I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love.
 4.3.162.1[Drinks. Exit Lucius.]
 4.3.162.22154Enter Titinius and Messala.
 4.3.1632155Brutus
 Come in, Titinius. 2156Welcome, good Messala.
 4.3.1642157Now sit we close about this taper here,
 4.3.1652158And call in question our necessities.
 4.3.1662159Cassius
 Portia, art thou gone?
 2160Brutus
 Portia, art thou gone?  No more I pray you.
 4.3.1672161Messala, I have here received letters
 4.3.1682162That young Octavius and Mark Antony
 4.3.1692163Come down upon us with a mighty power,
 4.3.1702164Bending their expedition toward Philippi.
 4.3.1712165Messala
 Myself have letters of the self-same tenor.
 4.3.1722166Brutus
 With what addition?
 4.3.1732167Messala
 That by proscription and bills of outlawry
 4.3.1742168Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus
 4.3.1752169Have put to death an hundred senators.
 4.3.1762170Brutus
 Therein our letters do not well agree:
 4.3.1772171Mine speak of seventy senators that died
 4.3.1782172By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.
 4.3.1792173Cassius
 Cicero one?
 2174Messala
 Cicero one?  Cicero is dead,
 4.3.180And by that order of proscription.
 4.3.1812175Had you your letters from your wife, my Lord?
 4.3.1822176Brutus
 No, Messala.
 4.3.1832177Messala
 Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?
 4.3.1842178Brutus
 Nothing, Messala.
 2179Messala
 Nothing, Messala.  That methinks is strange.
 4.3.1852180Brutus
 Why ask you? 2181Hear you ought of her in yours?
 4.3.1862182Messala
 No, my lord.
 4.3.1872183Brutus
 Now as you are a Roman, tell me true.
 4.3.1882184Messala
 Then like a Roman, bear the truth I tell.
 4.3.1892185For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.
 4.3.1902186Brutus
 Why farewell Portia. We must die, Messala.
 4.3.1912187With meditating that she must die once,
 4.3.1922188I have the patience to endure it now.
 4.3.1932189Messala
 Even so great men great losses should endure.
 4.3.1942190Cassius
 I have as much of this in art as you,
 4.3.1952191But yet my nature could not bear it so.
 4.3.1962192Brutus
 Well, to our work alive. What do you think
 4.3.1972193Of marching to Philippi presently?
 4.3.1982194Cassius
 I do not think it good.
 2195Brutus
 I do not think it good.  Your reason?
 2196Cassius
 I do not think it good. Your reason?  This it is:
 4.3.1992197'Tis better that the enemy seek us,
 4.3.2002198So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,
 4.3.2012199Doing himself offense, whilst we, lying still,
 4.3.2022200Are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness.
 4.3.2032201Brutus
 Good reasons must of force give place to better.
 4.3.2042202The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground
 4.3.2052203Do stand but in a forced affection,
 4.3.2062204For they have grudged us contribution.
 4.3.2072205The enemy, marching along by them,
 4.3.2082206By them shall make a fuller number up,
 4.3.2092207Come on refreshed, new-added, and encouraged,
 4.3.2102208From which advantage shall we cut him off,
 4.3.2112209If at Philippi we do face him there,
 4.3.2122210These people at our back.
 2211Cassius
 These people at our back.  Hear me, good brother--
 4.3.2132212Brutus
 Under your pardon. You must note, beside,
 4.3.2142213That we have tried the utmost of our friends,
 4.3.2152214Our legions are brim full, our cause is ripe.
 4.3.2162215The enemy increaseth every day;
 4.3.2172216We, at the height, are ready to decline.
 4.3.2182217There is a tide in the affairs of men,
 4.3.2192218Which taken at the flood leads on to fortune;
 4.3.2202219Omitted, all the voyage of their life
 4.3.2212220Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
 4.3.2222221On such a full sea are we now afloat,
 4.3.2232222And we must take the current when it serves,
 4.3.2242223Or lose our ventures.
 2224Cassius
 Or lose our ventures.  Then with your will go on.
 4.3.225We'll along 2225ourselves and meet them at Philippi.
 4.3.2262226Brutus
 The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
 4.3.2272227And nature must obey necessity,
 4.3.2282228Which we will niggard with a little rest.
 4.3.2292229There is no more to say.
 2230Cassius
 There is no more to say.  No more, good night,
 4.3.2302231Early tomorrow will we rise, and hence.
 4.3.2312232Brutus
 Lucius!
 2233Enter Lucius.
 Lucius!  My gown.
 [Exit Lucius.]
 Lucius! My gown.  Farewell, good Messala.
 4.3.2322234Good night Titinius. Noble, noble Cassius,
 4.3.2332235Good night, and good repose.
 4.3.2342236Cassius
 O my dear brother!
 4.3.2352237This was an ill beginning of the night.
 4.3.2362238Never come such division 'tween our souls;
 4.3.2372239Let it not, Brutus.
 2240Enter Lucius with the gown.
 4.3.238
 2241Brutus
 Let it not, Brutus.  Everything is well.
 4.3.2392242Cassius
 Good night, my lord.
 2243Brutus
 Good night, my lord.  Good night, good brother.
 4.3.2402244Titinius, Messala
 Good night, Lord Brutus.
 2245Brutus
 Good night, Lord Brutus.  Farewell, everyone.
 4.3.240.1Exeunt [Cassius, Titinius, Messala].
 4.3.2412246Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
 4.3.2422247Lucius
 Here in the tent.
 2248Brutus
 Here in the tent.  What? Thou speak'st drowsily!
 4.3.2432249Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watched.
 4.3.2442250Call Claudio and some other of my men.
 4.3.2452251I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
 4.3.2462252Lucius
 Varrus and Claudio!
 4.3.246.12253Enter Varrus and Claudio.
 2254Varrus
 Varrus and Claudio!  Calls my Lord?
 4.3.2472255Brutus
 I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep.
 4.3.2482256It may be I shall raise you by and by
 4.3.2492257On business to my brother Cassius.
 4.3.2502258Varrus
 So please you, we will stand 2259and watch your pleasure.
 4.3.2512260Brutus
 I will not have it so. Lie down, good sirs.
 4.3.2522261It may be I shall otherwise bethink me.
 4.3.2532262Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so:
 4.3.2542263I put it in the pocket of my gown.
 4.3.2552264Lucius
 I was sure your lordship did not give it me.
 4.3.2562265Brutus
 Bear with me, good boy. I am much forgetful.
 4.3.2572266Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
 4.3.2582267And touch thy instrument a strain or two?
 4.3.2592268Lucius
 Ay, my lord, an't please you.
 2269Brutus
 Ay, my lord, an't please you.  It does, my boy:
 4.3.2602270I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
 4.3.2612271Lucius
 It is my duty, sir.
 4.3.2622272Brutus
 I should not urge thy duty past thy might;
 4.3.2632273I know young bloods look for a time of rest.
 4.3.2642274Lucius
 I have slept, my lord, already.
 4.3.2652275Brutus
 It was well done, and thou shalt sleep again.
 4.3.2662276I will not hold thee long. If I do live,
 4.3.2672277I will be good to thee.
 4.3.267.12278Music and a song.
 4.3.2682279This is a sleepy tune. O murd'rous slumber,
 4.3.2692280Layest thou thy leaden mace upon my boy
 4.3.2702281That plays the music? Gentle knave, good night.
 4.3.2712282I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee.
 4.3.2722283If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument.
 4.3.2732284I'll take it from thee, and, good boy, good night.
 4.3.2742285Let me see, let me see. Is not the leaf turned down
 4.3.2752286Where I left reading? Here it is I think.
 4.3.275.12287Enter the Ghost of Caesar.
 4.3.2762288How ill this taper burns. Ha! Who comes here?
 4.3.2772289I think it is the weakness of mine eyes
 4.3.2782290That shapes this monstrous apparition.
 4.3.2792291It comes upon me! Art thou anything?
 4.3.2802292Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil
 4.3.2812293That mak'st my blood cold and my hair to stare?
 4.3.2822294Speak to me what thou art!
 4.3.2832295Ghost
 Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
 2296Brutus
 Thy evil spirit, Brutus.  Why com'st thou?
 4.3.2842297Ghost
 To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.
 4.3.2852298Brutus
 Well; then I shall see thee again?
 4.3.2862299Ghost
 Ay, at Philippi.
 4.3.2872300Brutus
 Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.
 4.3.2882301Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest.
 4.3.288.1[Exit Ghost.]
 4.3.2892302Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.
 4.3.2902303Boy! Lucius! Varrus! Claudio! Sirs! Awake!
 4.3.2912304Claudio!
 4.3.2922305Lucius
 The strings, my lord, are false.
 4.3.2932306Brutus
 He thinks he still is at his instrument.
 4.3.2942307Lucius, awake!
 4.3.2952308Lucius
 My lord?
 4.3.2962309Brutus
 Did'st thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst 2310out?
 4.3.2972311Lucius
 My Lord, I do not know that I did cry.
 4.3.2982312Brutus
 Yes that thou did'st. Did'st thou see anything?
 4.3.2992313Lucius
 Nothing my Lord.
 4.3.3002314Brutus
 Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudio!
 4.3.301Fellow! 2315Thou! Awake!
 2316Varrus
 Fellow! Thou! Awake!  My lord?
 2317Claudio
 Fellow! Thou! Awake! My lord?  My lord?
 4.3.3022318Brutus
 Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?
 4.3.3032319Varrus; Claudio
 Did we my Lord?
 2320Brutus
 Did we my Lord?  Ay. Saw you anything?
 4.3.3042321Varrus
 No, my lord. I saw nothing.
 2322Claudio
 No, my lord. I saw nothing.  Nor I my Lord.
 4.3.3052323Brutus
 Go, and commend me to my brother Cassius.
 4.3.3062324Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
 4.3.3072325And we will follow.
 2326Varrus; Claudio
 And we will follow.  It shall be done, my lord.
 4.3.307.1Exeunt
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