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Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Caffius near

Luc. He is at hand, and Pindarus is come To do

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Salutation from his Master.
Bru. He greets me well. Your Master, Pindarxs,
Io his own change, or by ill Officers,
Hath given me some worthy cause to wish
Things done, undone; but if he be at hand,
I shall be satisfied.

Pin. I do not doubt
But that my Noble Master will appear
Such as he is, full of Regard, and Honour.

Bru. He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius,
How he receiv'd you, let me be resolv'd.

Luc. With courtelie, and with respe& enough,
But not with such familiar Instances,
Nor with such free and friendly Conference,
As he hath us'd of old.

Bru. Thou hast describ'd
A hot Friend, cooling ; ever note, Lucilius,
When Love begins to ficken and decay,
It useth an enforced Ceremony.
There are no Tricks in plain and simple Faith ;
But hollow Men, like Horses hot at hand,
Make gallant shew, and promise of their Mettle,

Low March within.
But when they should endure the bloody Spur,
They fall their Crest, and like deceitful Jades,
Sink in the Trial. Comes his Army on?

Luc. They mean this Night in Sardis to be quarter'd;
The greater part, the Horse in general,
Are come with Cassius.

Enter Caffius and Soldiers,
Bru. Hark, he is arriv'd ;
March gently on to meet him.

Caf. Stand, ho!
Bru. Stand, ho! speak the word along,
Within, Stand!
Within. Stand !
Within, Stand!

Caf. Most Noble Brother ! you have done me wrong.

Bru. Judge me, you Gods ! wrong I mine Enemies? And if not lo, how should I wrong a Brother?

Caf. Brutus, this fober form of yours, hides wrongs,
And when you do them-

Bru. Casius, be content,
Speak your Griefs softly, I do know

you

well.
Before the Eyes of both our Armies here,
(Which should perceive nothing but Love from us)
Let us not wrangle. Bid them move away;
Then in my Tent Cassius enlarge your Griefs,
And I will give you Audience.

Cas. Pindarus,
Bid our Commanders lead their Charges off
A little from this Ground.

Bru. Lucilius, do you the like, and let no Man
Come to our Tent, 'till we have done our Conference.
Let Lucius and Titinius guard our Door. [Exeunt.

Manent Brutus and Cassius.
Caf. 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 ;
Wherein, my Letter praying on his side,
Because I knew the Man, was slighted off.

Bru. You wrong'd your self to write in such a cafe.

Caf. In such a time as this, it is not meet,
That every nice Offence should bear his Comment.

Bru. Let me tell you, Caffius, you your self
Are much condemn'd to have an itching Palm,
To sell, and mart your Offices for Gold
To Undefervers.

Caf: Ay, an itching Palm?
You know that you are Brutus that speaks this,
Or by the Gods, this Speech were else

your

last. Bru. The name of Cassius honours this Corruption, And Chastisement doch therefore hide his Head.

Caf. Chastisement !

Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remember;
Did not great Julius bleed for Justice fake?
What Villain touch'd his Body, that did ftab,

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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 bait the Moon,
Than such a Roman.

Caf. Brutus, bait not me,
I'll not endure it ; you forget your self,
To hedge me in, I am a Soldier, I,
Older in pra&ice, abler than your self
To make Conditions.

Bru. Go to; you are not Casins.
Caf. I am.
Bru. I say, you are not.

Caf. Urge me no more, I shall forget my self-
Have mind upon your Health--- Tempt me no farther.

Bru, Away, slight Man.
Caf. 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 mad Man ftares ?

Caf. O ye Gods! ye Gods! must I endure all this?

Bru. Allthis! Ay more. Fret 'till your proud Heart break;
Go shew your Slaves how Cholerick you are,
And make your Bondmen tremble. Must I budge?
Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
Under your testy Humour? By the Gods
You shall digest' the venom of your Spleen,
Tho' it do split you. For from this Day forth,
I'll use you for

my
Mirth,

yea

for my Laughter, When you are waspish.

Caf. 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 Noblemen.

Caf. 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.
Caf. When Cefar liv’d, he durft not thus have mov'd me.
Bru. Peace, peace, you durst not so have tempted him.
Caf. I durft not !-
Bru. No.
Caf. What? durft not tempt him!
Brn. For

your
Life
you

durft not.
Caf. 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, Caffius, in your Threats.
For I am arm'd so strong in Honesty,
That they pass by me, as the idle Wind,
Which I respe& not.

I did send to you
For certain Sums of Gold, which you deny'd me;
For I can raise no Mony by vile means,
By Heaven, I had rather coin my Heart,
And drop my Blood for Drachma's, than to wring
From the hard Hands of Peasants, their vile trash
By any Indire&ion. I did fend
То
you

for Gold to pay my Legions,
Which you deny'd me; was that done like Caffius?
Should I have answer'd Caius Caffius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such Rascal Counters from his Friends,
Be ready Gods with all your Thunder-bolts,
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 answer back Brutus hath riv'd my Heart,
A Friend should bear his Friend's Infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

Bru. I do not 'till you pra&ise them on me.
Caf. You love me not.
Bru. I do not like your Faults.
Cas. A friendly Eye could never see foch Faults.

Bru. A Flatterer's would not, tho'they do appear
As huge as high Olympus.

Cas.

Be

Caf. Come, Antony, and young OEtavius come,
Revenge your selves alone on Callins,
For Casins is a weary of the World;
Hated by one he loves, brav'd by his Brother,
Check'd like a Bondman, all his Faults observd,
Set in a Note-Book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote,
To cast into my Teeth. I could weep
My Spirit from mine Eyes ! There is my Dagger,
And here my naked Breaft. Within, a Heart
Dearer than Pluto's Mine, richer than Gold;
If that thou beeft a Roman, take it forth.
I that deny'd thee Gold, will give my Heart ;
Strike as thou didst at Cæfar, for I know,
When thou didft hate him worst, thou lov'dft him better
Than ever thou lov'dft Casins.
Bru. Sheath your Dagger ;
angry

when you will, it shall have scope,
Do what you will, Dishonour shall be Humour.
O, Cafins, you are yoaked with a Lamb,
That carries Anger as the Flint bears Fire,
Who.much inforced, shews a hasty spark;
And straight is cold again.

Caf. Hath Cafius liv'd
To be but Mirth and Laughter to his Brutus,
When Grief and Blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him?

Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.
Caf. Do you confessso much? Give me your hand.
Bru. And my Heart too.

[Embracing
Caf. O Brutus !
Brn. What's the matter?
Caf. Have not you love enough to bear with me,
When that rash Humour which my Mother gave me
Makes me forgetful?

Bru. Yes, Cassius, and from henceforth
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
He'll think your Mother chides, and leave you for

Enter Lucilius and Titinius, and a Poet.
Poet. Let me go in to see the Generals,
There is some grudge between 'em, 'tis not meet
They be alone.
VOL. V.

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