Did I fay better Bru. If you did, I care not. Caf. When Calar 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 prefume too much upon my Love, Bru. You have done that you should be forry for. That they pafs by me, as the idle Wind, To you for Gold to pay my Legions, Which you deny'd me; was that done like Caffius? 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 fhould bear a Friend's Infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Bru. I do not 'till you practise them on me. Bru. I do not like your Faults. Caf. A friendly Eye could never see fuch Faults. Bru. A Flatterer's would not, tho' they do appear As huge as high Olympus. Caf. Caf. Come, Antoxy, and young Octavius come, Hated by one he loves, brav'd by his Brother, I that deny'd thee Gold, will give my Heart; When thou didst hate him worft, that lov'dft him better Than ever thou lov'dft Caffius. 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, Bru. What's the matter? Caf. Have not you love enough to bear with me, Bru. Yes, Caffius, and from henceforth Poet. Let me go in to fee the Generals, There is fome grudge between 'em, 'tis not meet They be alone. VOL. V. P Luc Luc. You fhall not come to them. Poet. Nothing but Death fhall ftay me. Poet. For fhame you Generals? what do you mean? Caf. Ha, ha-how vilely doth this Cynick rhime! Bru. I'll know his Humour, when he knows his Time; 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 Immediately to us. [Exeunt Lucilius and Titinius. Bru. Lucius, a Bowl of Wine. Caf. I did not think you could have been fo angry. Caf. Of your Philosophy you make no use, If you give place to accidental Evils. Bru. No Man bears Sorrow better-Portia is dead. Bru. She is dead. Caf. How fcap'd I killing, when I croft O infupportable and touching Lofs! Upon what Sickness? Bru. Impatient of my abfence; you fo? And Grief, that young Octavius with Mark Antony, That tydings came. With this fhe fell diftract, And (her Attendants abfent) (wallow'd Fire. 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 thirfty for that noble Pledge, Bru. Come in, Titinius; welcome, good Messala: Bru. No more, I pray you. Mef. My felf have Letters of the self-fame tenure. Mef. That by Profcription, and Bills of Outlawry, Have put to Death an hundred Senators. Bru. Therein our Letters do not well agree; 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 ftrange. 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 fhould endure. Caf. I have as much of this in Art as you, But yet my Nature could not bear it so. Bru. Well, to our Work alive. What do you think Of marching to Philippi presently. Caf. I do not think it good. Bru. Your Reafon? Caf. This it is: 'Tis better that the Enemy feek us, So hall he wafte his means, weary his Soldiers, Bru. Good Reasons muft of force give place to better. These People at our back. Caf. Hear me, good Brother Bru. Under your Pardon. You must note befide, We at the height, are ready to decline. Which taken at the Flood, leads on to Fortune; And we must take the Current when it ferves, Caf. Then with your will go on; we will along Bru. The deep of Night is crept upon our T lk, Which we will niggard with a little Reft; Caf. No more; good Night; Early to Morrow we will rife, and hence. Enter |