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Bru. You 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
I denied you not.
I did not :-he was but a fool,
Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me.
I do not like
faults. Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.
Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do apAs huge as high Olympus.
[pear Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, For Cassius is aweary of the world : * Coin.
my heart :
Hated by one he loves : brav’d by his brother : Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observ'd, Set in a note-book, 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 be'st a Roman, take it forth; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart: Strike, as thou didst at Cæsar; for I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov’dst him Than ever thou lov’dst Cassius.
Sheath your dagger: Be angry
when you will, it shall have scope;
Hath Cassius liv'd
Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill temper'd too.
O Brutus ! Bru.
What's the matter? Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour, which my
gave me, Makes me forgetful? Bru.
Yes, Cassius; and henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
Bru. O Cassius, I.am sick of many griefs.
Cas. Of your philosophy you make no use, If you give place to accidental evils.
Bru. No man bears sorrow better :-Portia is Cas. Ha! Portia ?
[dead. Bru. She is dead.
Cas. How scap'd I killing, when I cross'd you O insupportable and touching loss! [so?Upon what sickness ? Bru.
Impatient 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.
Cas. And died so?
Enter Lucius, with Wine and Tapers.
of wine :In this I'll bury all unkindness, Cassius. [Drinks.
Cas. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge: Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup; I cannot drink too much of Brutus’ love. [Drinks.
OPPORTUNITY TO BE SEIZED ON ALL OCCASIONS OF
There is a tide in the affairs of
THE PARTING OP BRUTUS AND CASSIUS.
Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble
bound to Rome; He bears too great a mind. But this same day Must end that work, the ides of March begun; And whether we shall meet again, I know not. Therefore our everlasting farewell take : For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius ! If we do meet again, why we shall smile ; If not, why then this parting was well made.
Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus !
MELANCHOLY, THE PARENT OF ERROR.
ANTONY'S CHARACTER OF BRUTUS.
And common good to all, made one of them.
A FATHER'S ANGER.
gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and reliev'd, As thou my sometime daughter,
Thou, nature, art my goddess; to thy law My services are bound: Wherefore should I Stand in the plagues of custom; and permit The curiosityll of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines Lag of a brother? Why bastard ? wherefore base?
* Kindred. + From this time. * His children. $ The injustice.
|| The nicety of civil institution.