JULIUS CÆSAR ACT IV, SCENE 3-THE QUARREL OF BRUTUS AND CASSIUS SCENE: Within the tent of Brutus. Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS. Cas. 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; Because I knew the man, were slighted off. Bru. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a case. Cas. I, an itching palm? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember! Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd 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?. I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Cas. Brutus, bay not me, I'll not endure it: you forget yourself, Bru. Go to; you're not, Cassius. Cas. I am. Bru. I say, you are not. Cas. Urge me no more; I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no farther. 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? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humor? By the gods, Tho it do split you; for, from this day forth Cas. Is it come to this? Bru. 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, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. 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. me. When Cæsar lived, he durst not thus have moved Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted him. Cas. I durst not? 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. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; 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;— By Heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring To 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, 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 would never see such faults. Bru. A flatterer's would not, tho they do appear As huge as high Olympus. Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, For Cassius is a-weary of the world: Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother; My spirit from mine eyes. There is my dagger, Strike, as thou didst at Cæsar; for, I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst him better Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius. Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Cas. Hath Cassius lived To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, Bru. Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humor, which my mother gave me, Makes me forgetful? Bru. Yes, Cassius; and, henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, AS YOU LIKE IT ACT I, SCENE 3-BANISHMENT OF CELIA SCENE: A room in the palace. Duke F. Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste And get you from our court. Ros. Duke F. Me, uncle? You, cousin. Within these ten days if that thou be'st found |