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ACT IV SCENE I Setting: A house in Rome.

ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a table.

ANTONY These many, then, shall die; their names are prick'd.
OCTAVIUS Your brother too must die; consent you, Lepidus?
LEPIDUS I do consent––
OCTAVIUS Prick him down, Antony.
LEPIDUS Upon condition Publius shall not live,
Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony. 5
ANTONY He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him.
But, Lepidus, go you to Caesar's house;
Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine
How to cut off some charge in legacies.
LEPIDUS What, shall I find you here? 10
OCTAVIUS Or here, or at the Capitol.
Exit LEPIDUS.
ANTONY This is a slight unmeritable man,
Meet to be sent on errands: is it fit,
The three–fold world divided, he should stand
One of the three to share it?
OCTAVIUS So you thought him;
And took his voice who should be prick'd to die,
In our black sentence and proscription.
ANTONY Octavius, I have seen more days than you:
And though we lay these honours on this man,
To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, 20
He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold,
To groan and sweat under the business,
Either led or driven, as we point the way;
And having brought our treasure where we will,
Then take we down his load, and turn him off, 25
Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,
And graze in commons.
OCTAVIUS You may do your will;
But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
ANTONY So is my horse, Octavius; and for that
I do appoint him store of provender: 30
It is a creature that I teach to fight,
To wind, to stop, to run directly on,
His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit.
And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;
He must be taught and train'd and bid go forth; 35
A barren–spirited fellow; one that feeds
On abjects, orts and imitations,
Which, out of use and staled by other men,
Begin his fashion: do not talk of him,
But as a property. And now, Octavius, 40
Listen great things:––Brutus and Cassius
Are levying powers: we must straight make head:
Therefore let our alliance be combined,
Our best friends made, our means stretch'd
And let us presently go sit in council, 45
How covert matters may be best disclosed,
And open perils surest answered.
OCTAVIUS Let us do so: for we are at the stake,
And bay'd about with many enemies;
And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, 50
Millions of mischiefs.
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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.
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ACT IV SCENE III Setting: Brutus's tent.

Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS.

CASSIUS 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. 5
BRUTUS You wronged yourself to write in such a case.
CASSIUS In such a time as this it is not meet
That every nice offence should bear his comment.
BRUTUS Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm; 10
To sell and mart your offices for gold
To undeservers.
CASSIUS I an itching palm!
You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.
BRUTUS The name of Cassius honours this corruption,
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. 16
CASSIUS Chastisement!
BRUTUS Remember March, the ides of March remember:
Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, 20
And not for justice? What, shall one of us
That struck the foremost man of all this world
But for supporting robbers, shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
And sell the mighty space of our large honours 25
For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.
CASSIUS Brutus, bay not me;
I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,
To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I, 30
Older in practise, abler than yourself
To make conditions.
BRUTUS Go to; you are not, Cassius.
CASSIUS I am.
BRUTUS I say you are not.
CASSIUS Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; 35
Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.
BRUTUS Away, slight man!
CASSIUS Is't possible?
BRUTUS Hear me, for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? 40
CASSIUS O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this?
BRUTUS All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break;
Go show your slaves how choleric you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?
Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch 45
Under your testy humour? By the gods
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you; for, from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are waspish.
CASSIUS Is it come to this? 50
BRUTUS 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.
CASSIUS You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; 55
I said, an elder soldier, not a better:
Did I say 'better'?
BRUTUS If you did, I care not.
CASSIUS When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.
BRUTUS Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him.
CASSIUS I durst not! 60
BRUTUS No.
CASSIUS What, durst not tempt him!
BRUTUS For your life you durst not!
CASSIUS Do not presume too much upon my love;
I may do that I shall be sorry for. 65
BRUTUS 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
For certain sums of gold, which you denied me: 70
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
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
By any indirection: I did send 75
To you for gold to pay my legions,
Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?
Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal counters from his friends, 80
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts;
Dash him to pieces!
CASSIUS I denied you not.
BRUTUS You did.
CASSIUS I did not: he was but a fool that brought
My answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart: 85
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
BRUTUS I do not, till you practise them on me.
CASSIUS You love me not.
BRUTUS I do not like your faults.
CASSIUS A friendly eye could never see such faults. 90
BRUTUS A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
As huge as high Olympus.
CASSIUS Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is aweary of the world; 95
Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;
Cheque'd like a bondman; all his faults observed,
Set in a note–book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote,
To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger, 100
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 Caesar; for, I know, 105
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better
Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
BRUTUS Sheathe 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 110
That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.
CASSIUS Hath Cassius lived
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief, and blood ill–temper'd, vexeth him?
BRUTUS When I spoke that, I was ill–temper'd too. 115
CASSIUS Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
BRUTUS And my heart too.
CASSIUS O Brutus!
BRUTUS What's the matter?
CASSIUS Have not you love enough to bear with me,
When that rash humour which my mother gave me
Makes me forgetful?
BRUTUS Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth, 120
When you are over–earnest with your Brutus,
He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
Poet WithinLet me go in to see the generals;
There is some grudge between 'em: 'tis not meet
They be alone.
LUCILIUS WithinYou shall not come to them. 125
Poet WithinNothing but death shall stay me.
Enter Poet, followed by LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, and LUCIUS.
CASSIUS How now! what's the matter?
Poet For shame, you generals! what do you mean?
Love, and be friends, as two such men should be;
For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye. 130
CASSIUS Ha, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rhyme!
BRUTUS Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence!
CASSIUS Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion.
BRUTUS I'll know his humour, when he knows his time:
What should the wars do with these jigging fools? 135
Companion, hence!
CASSIUS Away, away, be gone.
Exit Poet
BRUTUS Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
Prepare to lodge their companies to–night.
CASSIUS And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you
Immediately to us.
Exeunt LUCILIUS and TITINIUS.
BRUTUS Lucius, a bowl of wine!
Exit LUCIUS.
CASSIUS I did not think you could have been so angry. 141
BRUTUS O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.
CASSIUS Of your philosophy you make no use,
If you give place to accidental evils.
BRUTUS No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.
CASSIUS Ha! Portia!
BRUTUS She is dead.
CASSIUS How 'scaped I killing when I cross'd you so?
O insupportable and touching loss!
Upon what sickness?
BRUTUS Impatient of my absence, 150
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.
CASSIUS And died so?
BRUTUS Even so.
CASSIUS O ye immortal gods! 155
Re–enter LUCIUS, with wine and taper.
BRUTUS Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine.
In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius. [Drinks.]
CASSIUS 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.] 160
BRUTUS Come in, Titinius!
Exit LUCIUS.
Re–enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA
Welcome, good Messala.
Now sit we close about this taper here,
And call in question our necessities.
CASSIUS Portia, art thou gone?
BRUTUS No more, I pray you.
Messala, I have here received letters, 165
That young Octavius and Mark Antony
Come down upon us with a mighty power,
Bending their expedition toward Philippi.
MESSALA Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor.
BRUTUS With what addition? 170
MESSALA That by proscription and bills of outlawry,
Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,
Have put to death an hundred senators.
BRUTUS Therein our letters do not well agree;
Mine speak of seventy senators that died 175
By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.
CASSIUS Cicero one!
MESSALA Cicero is dead,
And by that order of proscription.
Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?
BRUTUS No, Messala. 180
MESSALA Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?
BRUTUS Nothing, Messala.
MESSALA That, methinks, is strange.
BRUTUS Why ask you? hear you aught of her in yours?
MESSALA No, my lord. 184
BRUTUS Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.
MESSALA Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell:
For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.
BRUTUS Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala:
With meditating that she must die once,
I have the patience to endure it now. 190
MESSALA Even so great men great losses should endure.
CASSIUS I have as much of this in art as you,
But yet my nature could not bear it so.
BRUTUS Well, to our work alive. What do you think
Of marching to Philippi presently?
CASSIUS I do not think it good.
BRUTUS Your reason?
CASSIUS This it is:
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, defense, and nimbleness. 200
BRUTUS Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.
The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground
Do stand but in a forced affection;
For they have grudged us contribution:
The enemy, marching along by them, 205
By them shall make a fuller number up,
Come on refresh'd, new–added, and encouraged;
From which advantage shall we cut him off,
If at Philippi we do face him there,
These people at our back.
CASSIUS Hear me, good brother. 210
BRUTUS 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. 215
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; 220
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.
CASSIUS Then, with your will, go on;
We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi.
BRUTUS The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
And nature must obey necessity; 225
Which we will niggard with a little rest.
There is no more to say?
CASSIUS No more. Good night:
Early to–morrow will we rise, and hence.
BRUTUS Lucius!
Enter LUCIUS.
My gown.
Exit LUCIUS
Farewell, good Messala:
Good night, Titinius. Noble, noble Cassius, 230
Good night, and good repose.
CASSIUS O my dear brother!
This was an ill beginning of the night:
Never come such division 'tween our souls!
Let it not, Brutus.
BRUTUS Every thing is well.
CASSIUS Good night, my lord.
BRUTUS Good night, good brother. 235
TITINIUSMESSALA | Good night, Lord Brutus.
BRUTUS Farewell, every one.
Exeunt all but BRUTUS.
Re–enter LUCIUS, with the gown.
Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
LUCIUS Here in the tent.
BRUTUS What, thou speak'st drowsily?
Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er–watch'd.
Call Claudius and some other of my men: 240
I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
LUCIUS Varro and Claudius!
Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS.
VARRO Calls my lord?
BRUTUS I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep;
It may be I shall raise you by and by 245
On business to my brother Cassius.
VARRO So please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure.
BRUTUS 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; 250
I put it in the pocket of my gown.
VARRO and CLAUDIUS lie down.
LUCIUS I was sure your lordship did not give it me.
BRUTUS 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? 255
LUCIUS Ay, my lord, an't please you.
BRUTUS It does, my boy:
I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
LUCIUS It is my duty, sir.
BRUTUS I should not urge thy duty past thy might;
I know young bloods look for a time of rest. 260
LUCIUS I have slept, my lord, already.
BRUTUS It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again;
I will not hold thee long: if I do live,
I will be good to thee.
Music, and a song.
This is a sleepy tune. O murderous slumber,
Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy,
That plays thee music? Gentle knave, good night;
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. 270
Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turn'd down
Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.
Enter the Ghost of CAESAR.
How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here?
I think it is the weakness of mine eyes
That shapes this monstrous apparition. 275
It comes upon me. Art thou any thing?
Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare?
Speak to me what thou art.
GHOST Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
BRUTUS Why comest thou? 280
GHOST To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.
BRUTUS Well; then I shall see thee again?
GHOST Ay, at Philippi.
BRUTUS Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.
Exit Ghost.
Now I have taken heart thou vanishest: 285
Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.
Boy, Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Claudius!
LUCIUS The strings, my lord, are false.
BRUTUS He thinks he still is at his instrument. 290
Lucius, awake!
LUCIUS My lord?
BRUTUS Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out?
LUCIUS My lord, I do not know that I did cry.
BRUTUS Yes, that thou didst: didst thou see any thing?
LUCIUS Nothing, my lord.
BRUTUS Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudius!
To VARRO.
Fellow thou, awake!
VARRO My lord?
CLAUDIUS My lord? 300
BRUTUS Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?
VARROCLAUDIUS Did we, my lord?
BRUTUS Ay: saw you any thing?
VARRO No, my lord, I saw nothing.
CLAUDIUS Nor I, my lord.
BRUTUS Go and commend me to my brother Cassius;
Bid him set on his powers betimes before, 305
And we will follow.
VARROCLAUDIUS It shall be done, my lord.
Exeunt