Meet to be sent on errands: Is it fit,

The three fold world divided, he should stand
One of the bree to share it?

Oct.
So you thought him;
And took his voice who should be prick'd to die,
In our black sentence and proscription.

Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you; And though we lay these honours on this man, To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold; Το groan and sweat under the business, Either led or driven, as we point the way; And having brought our treasure where we will, Then take we down his load, and turn him off, Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,

And graze in commons.

Oct.

You may do your will;

But he's a tried and valiant soldier.

Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that, I do appoint him store of provender.

It is a creature that I teach to fight,
To wind, to stop, to run directly on;
His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit.
And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;

He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth:
A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds

On objects, arts, and imitations;

Which, out of use, and stal'd by other men,
Begin his fashion: Do not talk of him,
But as a property. And now, Octavius,
Listen great things-Brutus and Cassius

Are levying powers: we must straight make head
Therefore, let our alliance be combin'd,

Our best friends made, and our best means stretch'd

out;

And let us presently go sit in council,

How covert matters may be best disclos'd,

And open perils surest answer'd.

(1) As a thing at our disposal.

Oct. Let us do so; for we are at the stake, And bay'd' about with many enemies;

And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear, Millions of mischief. [Exeunt. SCENE II--Before Brutus's tent, in the camp near Sardis. Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius,

Lucius, and Soldiers: Titinius and Pindarus meeting them.

Bru. Stand here.

Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand.

Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near?
Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come

To do you salutation from his master.

[Pindarus gives a letter to Brutus. Bru. He greets me well.-Your master, Pindarus,

In 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 resolved.

Luc. With courtesy, and with respect 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 sicken 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 show and promise of their mettle:
But when they should endure the bloody spur,

(1) Surrounded, baited.

They fall their crests, 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.

Bru.

[March within.

Hark, he is arriv'd;

Enter Cassius and Soldiers.

March gently on to meet him.

Cas. Stand, ho!

Bru. Stand, ho! Speak the word along.

Within. Stand.

Within. Stand.

Within. Stand.

Cas. Most noble brother, you have done me

wrong.

Bru. Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies?

And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother? Cas. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs;

And when you do them

Bru.

Cassius, 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 the like; and let no man Come to our tent, till we have done our conference. Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door.

(1) Grievances.

[Exeunt

SCENE III-Within the tent of Brutus. Lucius and Titinius, at some distance from it. 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;
Wherein, my letters, praying on his side,
Because I knew the man, were slighted of.

Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a

case.

Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet That every nicel offence should bear his comment. Bru. 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.

Cas.

I an itching palm?

You know, that you are Brutus that speak this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.
Bru. The name of Cassius honours this cor-
ruption,

And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
Cas. Chastisement!

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?
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 bay2 the moon,
Than such a Roman.

Cas.

Brutus, bay not me,

(1) Trifling.

(2) Bait, bark at.

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.2

Bru.

Cas. I am.

Go to; you're not, Cassius.

Bru. I say, you are not.

Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further 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 badge?
Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humour? 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.

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. When Cæsar liv'd, he durst not thus have mov'd me.

(1) Limit my authority.

(2) Terms, fit to confer the offices at my disposal