And not for Juftice? What, fhall one of Us, Caf. Brutus, bait not me, I'll not endure it; you forget your self, Bru. Go to; you are not Caffius. Bru. I fay, you are not. Caf. Urge me no more, I fhall forget my felf Have mind upon your Health---Tempt me no farther. Bru. Away, flight Man. Caf. Is't poffible?. Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Muft I give way, and room to your rafh Choler? Caf. O ye Gods! ye Gods! muft I endure all this? Go fhew your Slaves how Cholerick you are, And make your Bondmen tremble. Muft I budge? Caf. Is it come to this? Bru. You fay, you are a better Soldier ; Let it appear fo; make your vaunting true, And it fhall please me well. For mine own part, I fhall be glad to learn of Noblemen. Caf. You wrong me every way---You wrong me, Brutus I faid, an Elder Soldier, not a Better. Did Did I fay better? Bru. If you did, I care not. Caf. When Cafar liv'd, he durft not thus have mov'd me. Bru. Peace, peace, you durft not fo have tempted him. Caf. I durft not! Bru. No. Caf. What? durft not tempt him! Bru. For your Life you durft not. Caf. Do not presume too much upon my Love, Bru. You have done that you should be forry for. That they pafs by me, as the idle Wind, For certain Sums of Gold, which you deny'd me; By Heaven, I had rather coin my Heart, And drop my Blood for Drachma's, than to wring To you for Gold to pay my Legions, Which you deny'd me; was that done like Caffius ? When Marcus Brutus grows fo covetous, To lock fuch Rafcal Counters from his Friends, Dash him to pieces. Caf. I deny'd you not. Bru. You did. Caf. I did not He was but a Fool That brought my anfwer back-Brutus hath riv'd my Heart, A Friend fhould bear his Friend's Infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Bru. I do not like your Faults. Caf. A friendly Eye could never fee fuch Faults. Br. A Flatterer's would not, tho' they do appear As huge as high Olympus. Caf. Caf. Come, Antony, and young Octavius come, Hated by one he loves, brav'd by his Brother, When thou didst hate him worft, thou lov'dft him better Bru. Sheath your Dagger; Be angry when you will, it fhall have scope, Caf. Hath Caffius liv'd To be but Mirth and Laughter to his Brutus, Caf. O Brutus ! Bru. What's the matter? Caf. Have not you love enough to bear with me, When that rafh Humour which my Mother gave me Makes me forgetful? Bru. Yes, Caffius, and from henceforth When you are over-earneft with your Brutus, Poet. Let me go in to fee the Generals, There is fome grudge between 'em, 'tis not meet They be alone. Luci Luc. You fhall not come to them. Poet. For fhame you Generals? what do you mean? Bru. I'll know his Humour, when he knows his Time; What should the Wars do with these jigging Fools? Companion, hence. Caf. Away, away, be gone. [Exit Poet Bru. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the Commanders Prepare to lodge their Companies to Night. Caf. And come your felves, and bring Meffala with you Bru. Lucius, a Bowl of Wine: angry. Bru. No Man bears Sorrow better---Portia is dead. Bru. She is dead. Caf. How fcap'd I killing, when I croft you fo? Bru. Impatient of my abfence; And Grief, that young Octavius with Mark Antony, Caf. And dy'd fo? Bru. Even fo.. Caf. O ye immortal Gods! Enter Boy with Wine and Tapers. Bru. Speak no more of her: Give me a Bowl of Wine. In this I bury all unkindness, Caffius. [Drinks Caf. Caf. My Heart is thirsty for that noble Pledge, Enter Titinius, and Meffala. Bru. Come in, Titinius; welcome, good Meffala: Bru. No more, I pray you. Mef. That by Profcription, and Bills of Outlawry, Have put to Death an hundred Senators. Bru. Therein our Letters do not well agree; Caf. Cicero one? Mef. Cicero is dead; and by that Order of Profcription. Had you your Letters from your Wife, my Lord? Bru. No, Meffala. Mef. Nor nothing in your Letters writ of her? Mef. That, methinks, is strange. Bru.Why ask you? hear you ought of her, in yours? Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. I have the patience to endure it now. Mef. Even fo great Men, great Loffes should endure. Caf. I have as much of this in Art as you, But yet my Nature could not bear it fo. |