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ACT IV SCENE II Setting: Camp near Sardis. Before BRUTUS's tent.
Drum. Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and Soldiers; TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them.
| BRUTUS | Stand, ho! | |
| LUCILIUS | Give the word, ho! and stand. | |
| BRUTUS | What now, Lucilius! is Cassius near? | |
| LUCILIUS | He is at hand; and Pindarus is come | |
| To do you salutation from his master. | 5 | |
| BRUTUS | He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus, | |
| In his own change, or by ill officers, | ||
| Hath given me some worthy cause to wish | ||
| Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand, | ||
| I shall be satisfied. | ||
| PINDARUS | I do not doubt | 10 |
| But that my noble master will appear | ||
| Such as he is, full of regard and honour. | ||
| BRUTUS | He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius; | |
| How he received you, let me be resolved. | ||
| LUCILIUS | With courtesy and with respect enough; | 15 |
| But not with such familiar instances, | ||
| Nor with such free and friendly conference, | ||
| As he hath used of old. | ||
| BRUTUS | Thou hast described | |
| A hot friend cooling: ever note, Lucilius, | ||
| When love begins to sicken and decay, | 20 | |
| 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, | 25 | |
| They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades, | ||
| Sink in the trial. Comes his army on? | ||
| LUCILIUS | They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd; | |
| The greater part, the horse in general, | ||
| Are come with Cassius. | ||
| BRUTUS | Hark! he is arrived. | 30 |
| Low march within | ||
| March gently on to meet him. | ||
| Enter CASSIUS and his powers. | ||
| CASSIUS | Stand, ho! | |
| BRUTUS | Stand, ho! Speak the word along. | |
| First Soldier | Stand! | |
| Second Soldier | Stand! | 35 |
| Third Soldier | Stand! | |
| CASSIUS | Most noble brother, you have done me wrong. | |
| BRUTUS | Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies? | |
| And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother? | ||
| CASSIUS | Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs; | |
| And when you do them–– | ||
| BRUTUS | Cassius, be content. | 41 |
| Speak your griefs softly: I do know you well. | ||
| Before the eyes of both our armies here, | ||
| Which should perceive nothing but love from us, | ||
| Let us not wrangle: bid them move away; | ||
| Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs, | ||
| And I will give you audience. | ||
| CASSIUS | Pindarus, | |
| Bid our commanders lead their charges off | ||
| A little from this ground. | ||
| BRUTUS | Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man | 50 |
| Come to our tent till we have done our conference. | ||
| Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. | ||
| Exeunt |