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, 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. Hark, he is arriv'd:

March gently on to meet him.

enemies?

And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother? Cas. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides And when you do them[wrongs; [well:

Bru. Cassius, be content, Speak your griefs* softly, I do know you Before the eyes of both our armies here, sus, Which should perceive nothing but love from Let us not wrangle: Bid them move away;

Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,

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.

[Exeunt.

SCENE 111. 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 off. Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such

a case.

Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet That every nicet 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 corruption,

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

Bru. Remember March, the ides of March

remember!

To make conditions.‡

Bru. Go to; you're not, Cassius.
Cas. I am.

Bru. I say, you are not.

Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;

Have mind upon your health, tempt me nó

further.

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
[trash,
From the hard hands of peasants their vile
By any indirection. I did send

To you for gold to pay my legions, Cassius? Which you denied me: Was that done like Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, *Bait, bark at. + Limit my authority ‡ Terms, fit to confer the offices at my disposal, Coin

riv'd my heart:

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me. Cas. You love me not.

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, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius! [come, For Cassius is aweary of the world: Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother: Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observ'd, [rote,

Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by
To cast unto 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 Cesar; for, I know,
When thou didst hate him worse, thou lov'dst

him better

Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius.

Bru. Sheath 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.

Cas. Hath Cassius liv'd

To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him?

Cas. Ha, ha; how vilely Goth this cynic rhyme!

Bru. Get you hence, Sirrah; saucy fellow hence.

Cas. Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion, Bru. I'll know his humour, when he knows

his time:

Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.

In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.

[Drinks.

Bru. Yes, Cassius; and, henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you Poet. [Within.] Let me go in to see the geneThere is some grudge between them, 'tis not

so.

rals;

They be alone.

[meet

Luc. [Within.] You shall not come to them. Poet. [Within.] Nothing but death shall stay

me.

Enter POET.

Cas. How now? What's the matter?

Poet. For shame, you generals; What do [be; Love, and be friends, as two such men should For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye.

Cas. My heart is thirsty for that le pledge:Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup; I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love.

[Drinks.

Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA.

Bru. Come in, Titinius:-Welcome, good
Messala.-

Now sit we close about this taper here,
And call in question our necessities.
Cas. Portia, art thou gone?
Bru. No 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.

Mess. Myself have letters of the self-same tenour.

Bru. With what addition? Mess. That by proscription, and bills of out. Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus, [lawry Have put to death a hundred senators. Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree, Mine speak of seventy senators, that died By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.

Mes. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?

Bru. Nothing, Messala.

Mes. That, methinks, is strange.

in yours?

Mes. No, my lord.

No, m

Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me

'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, defence, and nimbleness.

Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.

The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground,
Do stand but in a forc'd affection;

For they have grudg'd us contribution:
The enemy, marching along by them,

By them shall make a fuller number up,
Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encour-

ag'd;

From which advantage shall we cut him off,
If at Philippi we do face him there,
These people at our back.

Cas. Hear me, good brother.

Bru. Under 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.

Cas. Then, with your will, go on; [lippi. We'll along ourselves, and meet them at PhiBru. The deep of night is crept upon our And nature must obey necessity; [talk, Which we will niggard with a little rest. There is no more to say?

Cas. No more. Good night;

Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. Bru. Lucius, my gown. [Exit Lucius.] Fare

well, good Messala;

Good night, Titinius: -Noble, noble Cassius, Good night, and good repose.

Cas. O my dear brother

This was an ill beginning of the night: Never come such division 'tween our souls! Let it not, Brutus.

Luc. Here in the tent.

Bru. What, 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. Luc. Varro, and Claudius!

Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS.

Var. Calls my lord?

Bru. I 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.

Var. So please you, we will stand, and

watch your pleasure.

Bru. I 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.
[SERVANTS lie down.

Luc. I was sure, your lordship did not give it me.

Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.

Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
And touch thy instrument a strain or two?
Luc. Ay, my lord, an it please you.

Bru. It does, my boy:

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. [down, Let me see, let me see;-Is not the leaf turn'd Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. [He sits down.

Enter the GHOST of CESAR.

How 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 any thing?
Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
That mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to
Speak to me, what thou art.

Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
Bru. Why com'st thou?

Bid him set on his powers betimes before, And we will follow.

Var. Clau. It shall be done, my lord.

ACT V.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.-The Plains of Philippi.

Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army. Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered : You said, the enemy would not come down, But keep the hills and upper regions; It proves not so; their battles are at hand; They mean to warn* us at Philippi here, Answering before we do demand of them.

Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know Wherefore they do it: they could be content To visit other places; and come down With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face, To fasten in our thoughts that they have courBut 'tis not so.

Enter a MESSENGER.

Mess. Prepare you, generals: The enemy comes on in gallant show; Their bloody sign of battle is hung out, And something to be done immediately.

[age;

Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on, Upon the left hand of the even field.

Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left.

Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent? Oct. I do not cross you; but I will do so. [March.

Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and others.

Bru. They stand, and would have parley. Cas. Stand fast, Titinius: We must out and talk.

Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?

The posture of your blows are yet unknown; But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, And leave them honeyless.

Ant. Not stingless too.

Bru. O, yes, and soundless too;
For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
And, very wisely, threat before you sting.

Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your

vile daggers

like hounds,

Hack'd one another in the sides of Cesar: You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd [feet; And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cesar's Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind, Struck Cesar on the neck. O flatterers!

Cas. Flatterers!-Now, Brutus, thank your

self:

This tongue had not offended so to-day,
If Cassius might have rul'd.

Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing
make us sweat,

The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
Look;

I draw a sword against conspirators;
When think you that the sword goes up a

gain?-
Never, till Cesar's three and twenty wounds
Be well aveng'd; or till another Cesar
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
Bru. Cesar, thou can'st not die by traitors,
Unless thou bring'st them with thee.

Oct. So I hope;

I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.

Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Young man, thou could'st not die more hon

ourable.

Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour,

Join'd with a masker and a reveller.
Ant. Old Cassias still!

Oct. Come, Antony; away.-
Defiance, traitors, hurl* we in your teeth :
If you dare fight to-day, come to the field;
If not, when you have stomachs.

[Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their
Army.

Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; and swim, bark!

The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.

Bru. Ho!

Lucilius; hark, a word with you.
Luc. My lord.

[BRUTUS and Lucilius converse apart.

Cas. Messala,-
Mes. What says my general?

Cas. Messala,

This is my birth-day; as this very day [sala: Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Mes Be thou my witness, that, against my will, As Pompey was, am I compell'd to set