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Act IV, Scene 3
1Brutus’stent.
2Enter Brutus and Cassius.
3CassiusThat 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 off.
4BrutusYou wrong’d yourself to write in such a case.
5CassiusIn such a time as this it is not meet
That every nice offence should bear his comment.
6BrutusLet 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.
7CassiusI an itching palm!
You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.
8BrutusThe name of Cassius honours this corruption,
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
9CassiusChastisement!
10BrutusRemember 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.
11CassiusBrutus, bay 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.
12BrutusGo to; you are not, Cassius.
13CassiusI am.
14BrutusI say you are not.
15CassiusUrge me no more, I shall forget myself;
Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.
16BrutusAway, slight man!
17CassiusIs’t possible?
18BrutusHear me, for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
19CassiusO ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this?
20BrutusAll 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 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.
21CassiusIs it come to this?
22BrutusYou 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.
23CassiusYou wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus;
I said, an elder soldier, not a better:
Did I say “better”?
24BrutusIf you did, I care not.
25CassiusWhen Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.
26BrutusPeace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him.
27CassiusI durst not!
28BrutusNo.
29CassiusWhat, durst not tempt him!
30BrutusFor your life you durst not.
31CassiusDo not presume too much upon my love;
I may do that I shall be sorry for.
32BrutusYou 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!
33CassiusI denied you not.
34BrutusYou did.
35CassiusI did not: he was but a fool that brought
My answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart:
A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
36BrutusI do not, till you practise them on me.
37CassiusYou love me not.
38BrutusI do not like your faults.
39CassiusA friendly eye could never see such faults.
40BrutusA flatterer’s would not, though they do appear
As huge as high Olympus.
41CassiusCome, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is aweary of the world;
Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;
Check’d like a bondman; all his faults observed,
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 thou be’st a Roman, take it forth;
I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:
Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for, I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better
Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
42BrutusSheathe your dagger:
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.
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.
43CassiusHath Cassius lived
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief, and blood ill-temper’d, vexeth him?
44BrutusWhen I spoke that, I was ill-temper’d too.
45CassiusDo you confess so much? Give me your hand.
46BrutusAnd my heart too.
47CassiusO Brutus!
48BrutusWhat’s the matter?
49CassiusHave not you love enough to bear with me,
When that rash humour which my mother gave me
Makes me forgetful?
50BrutusYes, Cassius; and, from henceforth,
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
He’ll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
51PoetWithin. Let me go in to see the generals;
There is some grudge between ’em, ’tis not meet
They be alone.
52LuciliusWithin. You shall not come to them.
53PoetWithin. Nothing but death shall stay me.
54Enter Poet, followed by Lucilius, Titinius, and Lucius.
55CassiusHow now! what’s the matter?
56PoetFor 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 ye.
57CassiusHa, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rhyme!
58BrutusGet you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence!
59CassiusBear with him, Brutus; ’tis his fashion.
60BrutusI’ll know his humour, when he knows his time:
What should the wars do with these jigging fools?
Companion, hence!
61CassiusAway, away, be gone! Exit Poet.
62BrutusLucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.
63CassiusAnd come yourselves, and bring Messala with you
Immediately to us. Exeunt Lucilius and Titinius.
64BrutusLucius, a bowl of wine! Exit Lucius.
65CassiusI did not think you could have been so angry.
66BrutusO Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.
67CassiusOf your philosophy you make no use,
If you give place to accidental evils.
68BrutusNo man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.
69CassiusHa! Portia!
70BrutusShe is dead.
71CassiusHow ’scaped I killing when I cross’d you so?
O insupportable and touching loss!
Upon what sickness?
72BrutusImpatient 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.
73CassiusAnd died so?
74BrutusEven so.
75CassiusO ye immortal gods!
76Reenter Lucius, with wine and taper.
77BrutusSpeak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine.
In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.
78CassiusMy heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.
Fill, Lucius, till the wine o’erswell the cup;
I cannot drink too much of Brutus’ love.
79BrutusCome in, Titinius! Exit Lucius.
80Reenter Titinius, with Messala.
81Welcome, good Messala.
Now sit we close about this taper here,
And call in question our necessities.
82CassiusPortia, art thou gone?
83BrutusNo 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.
84MessalaMyself have letters of the self-same tenor.
85BrutusWith what addition?
86MessalaThat by proscription and bills of outlawry,
Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,
Have put to death an hundred senators.
87BrutusTherein our letters do not well agree;
Mine speak of seventy senators that died
By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.
88CassiusCicero one!
89MessalaCicero is dead,
And by that order of proscription.
Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?
90BrutusNo, Messala.
91MessalaNor nothing in your letters writ of her?
92BrutusNothing, Messala.
93MessalaThat, methinks, is strange.
94BrutusWhy ask you? hear you aught of her in yours?
95MessalaNo, my lord.
96BrutusNow, as you are a Roman, tell me true.
97MessalaThen like a Roman bear the truth I tell:
For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.
98BrutusWhy, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala:
With meditating that she must die once,
I have the patience to endure it now.
99MessalaEven so great men great losses should endure.
100CassiusI have as much of this in art as you,
But yet my nature could not bear it so.
101BrutusWell, to our work alive. What do you think
Of marching to Philippi presently?
102CassiusI do not think it good.
103BrutusYour reason?
104CassiusThis it is:
’Tis 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, defense, and nimbleness.
105BrutusGood 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 grudged us contribution:
The enemy, marching along by them,
By them shall make a fuller number up,
Come on refresh’d, new-added, and encouraged;
From which advantage shall we cut him off,
If at Philippi we do face him there,
These people at our back.
106CassiusHear me, good brother.
107BrutusUnder your pardon. You must note beside,
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.
108CassiusThen, with your will, go on;
We’ll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi.
109BrutusThe 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?
110CassiusNo more. Good night:
Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.
111BrutusLucius! Enter Lucius. My gown. Exit Lucius. Farewell, good Messala:
Good night, Titinius. Noble, noble Cassius,
Good night, and good repose.
112CassiusO my dear brother!
This was an ill beginning of the night:
Never come such division ’tween our souls!
Let it not, Brutus.
113BrutusEverything is well.
114CassiusGood night, my lord.
115BrutusGood night, good brother.
116Titinius and MessalaGood night, Lord Brutus.
117BrutusFarewell, everyone. Exeunt all but Brutus.
118Reenter Lucius, with the gown.
119Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
120LuciusHere in the tent.
121BrutusWhat, thou speak’st drowsily?
Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o’erwatch’d.
Call Claudius and some other of my men;
I’ll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
122LuciusVarro and Claudius!
123Enter Varro and Claudius.
124VarroCalls my lord?
125BrutusI 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.
126VarroSo please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure.
127BrutusI 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. Varro and Claudius lie down.
128LuciusI was sure your lordship did not give it me.
129BrutusBear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.
Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
And touch thy instrument a strain or two?
130LuciusAy, my lord, an’t please you.
131BrutusIt does, my boy:
I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
132LuciusIt is my duty, sir.
133BrutusI should not urge thy duty past thy might;
I know young bloods look for a time of rest.
134LuciusI have slept, my lord, already.
135BrutusIt was well done; and thou shalt sleep again;
I will not hold thee long: if I do live,
I will be good to thee. Music, and a song.
This is a sleepy tune. O murderous slumber,
Lay’st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy,
That plays thee music? Gentle knave, good night;
I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee:
If thou dost nod, thou break’st thy instrument;
I’ll take it from thee; 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.
136Enter the Ghost of Caesar.
137How 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 thou anything?
Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare?
Speak to me what thou art.
138GhostThy evil spirit, Brutus.
139BrutusWhy comest thou?
140GhostTo tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.
141BrutusWell; then I shall see thee again?
142GhostAy, at Philippi.
143BrutusWhy, I will see thee at Philippi, then. Exit Ghost.
Now I have taken heart thou vanishest:
Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.
Boy, Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake!
Claudius!
144LuciusThe strings, my lord, are false.
145BrutusHe thinks he still is at his instrument.
Lucius, awake!
146LuciusMy lord?
147BrutusDidst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out?
148LuciusMy lord, I do not know that I did cry.
149BrutusYes, that thou didst: didst thou see anything?
150LuciusNothing, my lord.
151BrutusSleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudius!
To Varro. Fellow thou, awake!
152VarroMy lord?
153ClaudiusMy lord?
154BrutusWhy did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?
155Varro and ClaudiusDid we, my lord?
156BrutusAy: saw you anything?
157VarroNo, my lord, I saw nothing.
158ClaudiusNor I, my lord.
159BrutusGo and commend me to my brother Cassius;
Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
And we will follow.
160Varro and ClaudiusIt shall be done, my lord. Exeunt.