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Quite vanquish'd him; then burst his mighty heart:
here! Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, by traitors.
Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To any sudden flood of mutiny. They that have done this deed are honourable. What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it; they are wise and honourable ; And will, no doubt, with reason answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts; I am no orator, as Brutus is: But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That loves my friend : and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action nor utirance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood ; I only speak right on : I tell you that which you yourselves do know ; Show
you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
THE QUARREL OF 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 letter (praying on his side, Because I knew the man) was slighted of.
BRU. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a case:
CAS. In sueh a time as this, it is not meet
BRU. Yet let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Cas. I an itching palm?
BRU. The name of Cassius honours this corruption. And chastisement doth therefore hide its head.
BRU. Remember March, the ides of March remember!
CAS. Brutus, bay not me,
Older in practice, abler than yourself
BRU. Go to ; you are not, Cassius.
CAS. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself --
BRU. Away slight man!
BRU. Hear me, for I will speak.
CAS. O gods! ye gods ! must I endure all this?
slaves how choleric you are,
Cas. Is it come to this?
BRU. You say, you are a better soldier ;
-you wrong me,
I said, an elder soldier, nor a better ;
Bru. If you did, I care not.
Bru. Peace, peace, you durst not so have tempted
Cas. I durst not ?
Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for.
I did send to you
Cas. I deny'd you not.
Cas. I did not-he was but a fool
Brutus hath rip'd my heart. A friend should bear a friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Bru. I do not. Still you practise them on me. Cas. You love me not. Bru. I do not like
faults. Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.
Bru. A flatt'rer's would not, though they do appear As huge as high Olympus.
Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come! Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius For Cassius is a weary of the world ; Hated by one he loves ; brav'd by his brother ; Check'd by a bondman; all his faults observ'd : Set in a notebook, learn'd, and conn'd by rote, To cast into my teeth: 0, 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 need'st a Roman's, take it forth, I, that deny'd thee gold, will give my heart : Strike as thou didst at Cæsar; For I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov’d'st him better Than ever thou lov'd'st Cassius.
Bru. Sheathe your dagger; Be angry when
will, it shall have scope ;
Cas. Hath Cassius liv'd
Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.
Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me,
Bru. Yes, Cassius, and from henceforth When you are over-earnest
your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.