CASSIUS
That you have wrong’d me 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.
BRUTUS
You wrong’d 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,
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,
And chastisement 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,
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
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, bait not me,
I’ll not endure it. You forget yourself,
To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I,
Older in practice, abler than yourself
To make conditions.
BRUTUS
Go to; you are not, Cassius.
CASSIUS
I am.
BRUTUS
I say you are not.
CASSIUS
Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;
Have mind upon your health, tempt me no farther.
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?
Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
CASSIUS
O gods, 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?
Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
Under your testy ? 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,
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,
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.
CASSIUS
When Caesar liv’d, he durst not thus have mov’d me.
BRUTUS
Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him.
CASSIUS
I durst not?
BRUTUS
No.
CASSIUS
What? durst not tempt him?
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,
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:
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,
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,
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 riv’d my heart.
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.
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 a-weary of the world:
Hated by one he loves; brav’d by his brother;
Check’d like a bondman; all his faults observ’d,
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,
And here my naked breast; within, a heart
Dearer than Plutus’ mine, richer than gold:
If that be’st a Roman, take it forth.
I, that denied gold, will give my heart:
Strike as at Caesar; for I know,
When hate him worst, lovedst him better
Than ever lovedst Cassius.
BRUTUS
Sheathe your dagger.
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
Do what you will, dishonour shall be .
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
Cassius liv’d
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.
CASSIUS
O Brutus!
BRUTUS
What’s the matter?
CASSIUS
Have not you love enough to bear with me,
When that rash which my mother gave me
Makes me forgetful?
BRUTUS
Yes, Cassius; and from henceforth,
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
He’ll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
POET
Let me go in to see the generals,
There is some grudge between ’em; not meet
They be alone.
LUCILIUS
You shall not come to them.
POET
Nothing but death shall stay me.
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;
For I have seen more years, I’m sure, than .
CASSIUS
Ha, ha! How vilely this cynic rhyme!
BRUTUS
Get you , . Saucy fellow, !
CASSIUS
Bear with him, Brutus; his fashion.
BRUTUS
I’ll know his when he knows his time.
What should the wars do with these jigging fools?
Companion, !
CASSIUS
Away, away, be gone!
BRUTUS
Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
Prepare to lodge their companies tonight.
CASSIUS
And come yourselves and bring Messala with you
Immediately to us.
BRUTUS
Lucius, a bowl of wine.
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,
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 ’scap’d I killing, when I cross’d you so?
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
That tidings came. With this she fell distract,
And, her attendants absent, swallow’d fire.
CASSIUS
And died so?
BRUTUS
Even so.
CASSIUS
O immortal gods!
BRUTUS
Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine.
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!
Welcome, good Messala.
Now sit we close about this taper here,
And call in question our necessities.
CASSIUS
Portia, art gone?
BRUTUS
No more, I pray you.
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.
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.
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?
BRUTUS
No, Messala.
MESSALA
Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?
BRUTUS
Nothing, Messala.
MESSALA
That, , is strange.
BRUTUS
Why ask you? Hear you of her in yours?
MESSALA
No, my lord.
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,
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
Of marching to Philippi ?
CASSIUS
I do not think it good.
BRUTUS
Your reason?
CASSIUS
This it is:
better that the enemy seek us;
So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,
Doing himself offence, whilst we, lying still,
Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness.
BRUTUS
Good reasons must of force give place to better.
The people ’twixt Philippi and this ground
Do stand but in a forced affection;
For they have grudg’d us contribution.
The enemy, marching along by them,
By them shall make a fuller number up,
Come on refresh’d, new-added, and encourag’d;
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 besides,
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,
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,
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,
Which we will niggard with a little rest.
There is no more to say?
CASSIUS
No more. Good night:
Early tomorrow will we rise, and .
BRUTUS
Lucius! My gown.
BRUTUS
Farewell now, 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.
Never come such division ’tween our souls!
Let it not, Brutus.
BRUTUS
Everything is well.
CASSIUS
Good night, my lord.
BRUTUS
Good night, good brother.
BRUTUS
TITINIUS and MESSALA.
Good night, Lord Brutus.
BRUTUS
Farewell, everyone.
BRUTUS
Give me the gown. Where is instrument?
LUCIUS
Here in the tent.
BRUTUS
What, speak’st drowsily?
Poor , I blame not, art o’er-watch’d.
Call Claudius and some other of my men;
I’ll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
LUCIUS
Varro and Claudius!
VARRO
Calls my lord?
BRUTUS
I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep;
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.
Look, Lucius, here’s the book I sought for so;
I put it in the pocket of my gown.
LUCIUS
I was sure your lordship did not give it me.
BRUTUS
Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.
Canst hold up heavy eyes awhile,
And touch instrument a strain or two?
LUCIUS
Ay, my lord, an’t please you.
BRUTUS
It does, my boy.
I trouble too much, but art willing.
LUCIUS
It is my duty, sir.
BRUTUS
I should not urge duty past might;
I know young bloods look for a time of rest.
LUCIUS
I have slept, my lord, already.
BRUTUS
It was well done, and sleep again;
I will not hold long. If I do live,
I will be good to .
BRUTUS
This is a sleepy tune. O murd’rous slumber,
Layest leaden mace upon my boy,
That plays music? Gentle , good night;
I will not do so much wrong to wake .
If nod, break’st instrument;
I’ll take it from ; 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.
BRUTUS
How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here?
I think it is the weakness of mine eyes
That shapes this monstrous apparition.
It comes upon me. Art anything?
Art some god, some angel, or some devil,
That mak’st my blood cold and my hair to stare?
Speak to me what art.
GHOST
evil spirit, Brutus.
BRUTUS
Why com’st ?
GHOST
To tell see me at Philippi.
BRUTUS
Well; then I shall see again?
GHOST
Ay, at Philippi.
BRUTUS
Why, I will see at Philippi then.
BRUTUS
Now I have taken heart, vanishest.
Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with .
Boy! Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Claudius!
LUCIUS
The strings, my lord, are false.
BRUTUS
He thinks he still is at his instrument.
Lucius, awake!
LUCIUS
My lord?
BRUTUS
dream, Lucius, that so criedst out?
LUCIUS
My lord, I do not know that I did cry.
BRUTUS
Yes, that . see anything?
LUCIUS
Nothing, my lord.
BRUTUS
Sleep again, Lucius. Claudius!
Fellow , awake!
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 anything?
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.
VARRO. CLAUDIUS
It shall be done, my lord.