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Cas. Is't possible?
Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Cas. Must I endure all this?
Bru. All this? ay, more. Fret till your proud heart break;
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
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 lived, he durst not thus have moved me. Bru. Peace, peace: you durst not so have tempted him. Cas. I durst not!
Cas. What? durst not tempt him?
Bru. For your life you durst not.
Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love;
may do that I shall be sorry for.
Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for.
For I am armed so strong in honesty,
For certain sums of gold, which you denied me;
To you for gold to pay my legions,
Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius?
Cas. I denied you not.
Bru. You did.
Cas. I did not: he was but a fool
That brought my answer back.—Brutus hath rived my
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.
Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.
Bru. A flatterer'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 aweary of the world:
Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;
I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better
Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
Bru. Sheathe your dagger:
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
Cas. Hath Cassius lived
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered too.
Cas. O Brutus !
Bru. What's the matter?
Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humor, which my mother gave me, Makes me forgetful?
Bru. Yes, Cassius; and from henceforth,
Antony's Address to the Roman Populace.
FRIENDS, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears
I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.
So let it be with Cæsar! The noble Brutus
He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious ;
And Brutus is an honorable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept. Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
You all did see, that, on the Lupercal,
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honorable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might
I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,
But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cæsar;
Let but the commons hear this testament,
And, dying, mention it within their wills,
Unto their issue.
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent;
Look! In this place ran Cassius' dagger through:-
Quite vanquished him. Then burst his mighty heart;
Even at the base of Pompey's statua,
Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell.