BRUTUS & CASSIUS

Julius Caesar, Act 4, Scene 3, 1-122
Arden 3 | David Daniell | London: Bloomsbury, 1998 | 277-286

Scene
Arden 3 | 1998

(Exeunt all but Brutus and Cassius.)

[4.3]

CASSIUS
That you have wronged me doth appear in this:
You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella
For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein my letters, praying on his side
Because I knew the man, was 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 condemned 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 speaks this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

BRUTUS
The name of Cassius honours this corruption,              15
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

CASSIUS
Chastisement?

BRUTUS
Remember March, the Ides of March remember:
Did not great Julius bleed for justice’ sake?
What villain touched 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, bait not me.
I’ll not endure it. You forget yourself
To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I,                                      30
Older in practice, 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 farther.

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.

BRUTUS
You have done that you should be sorry for.                      65
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats:
For I am armed 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 answered 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.
A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities,                          85
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.

BRUTUS
A flatterer’s would not, though they do appear                     90
As huge as high Olympus.

CASSIUS
Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is a-weary of the world:
Hated by one he loves, braved by his brother,                       95
Checked like a bondman; all his faults observed,
Set in a notebook, learned and conned by rote
To cast into my teeth. O I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast: within, a heart                             100
Dearer than Pluto’s mine, richer than gold.
If that thou beest a Roman, take it forth.
I that denied thee gold will give my heart.
Strike as thou didst at Caesar: for I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov’dst him better      105
Than ever thou lov’dst 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
That carries anger as the flint bears fire,                                   110
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-tempered vexeth him?

BRUTUS
When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered 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 you not 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.

Enter a Poet, [Lucilius and Titinius].

Words and Pronunciation +
Arden 3 | 1998

Words

O God: one of several apostrophes to the Deity by Juliet. (Weis)

honey: sweet, used here adjectivally; honey was the standard sweetener in Shakespeare’s day, and Juliet is humouring Nurse. (Weis)

aweary: tired (Leung); weary, tired (SW)

jaunt: fatiguing journey (cited in OED) (Weis)

have I: have I had (Weis)

would: 3. a. Denoting expression (usually authoritative) of a wish or intention: Determine, decree, ordain, enjoin, give order (that something be done). Obs. (OED)

Jesu: not yet banned at this date and, outside RJ, used exclusively in the history plays, particularly in the Henry IVs (Weis)

stay the circumstance: wait for the detail (see without circumstance, 5.3.181) (Weis)

circumstance: special argument, detailed explanation (SW); circumlocution, verbiage, unnecessary detail (SW): pageantry, ceremony, spectacle (SW)

simple: foolish; Nurse picks up Juliet’s formal dichotomy of good and bad while ignoring the substance of her question. (Weis); foolish, silly, stupid (SW)

flower of courtesy: effectively a non sequitur after flower of courtesy since gentleness could be thought to be part of courtesy; ‘as gentle as a lamb’ is proverbial (Dent, L34). (Weis)

go thy ways: ‘Lucky you!’ ways: well done (SW), carry on, go ahead (SW); get along, be off (SW)

wench:  a term of endearment for a young woman (OED sb. c) (Weis)

serve God: ‘Be good.’ (Weis)

dined: had your midday meal (Weis)

as: as if (Weis, re: line 49)

beshrew your heart: a mild and humorous imprecation on Juliet’s romantic heart for sending Nurse on this ‘back-breaking’ trip (cf. MA 5.1.55) (Weis)

beshrew: blame, censure, take to task, wish mischief on (SW); curse, devil take, evil befall (SW)

jauncing: prancing about (cited under OED jaunce v.)(Weis); jaunce: jaunt, trudge about, run around (SW); jaunt, fatiguing journey (SW)

honest: honourable (Weis); honourable, respectable, upright (SW); genuine, real, true (SW); innocent, well-intentioned, innocuous (SW)

warrant: assure, promise, guarantee, confirm (SW)

oddly: unequally, unevenly; or unusually, in a peculiar way (SW)

O God’s Lady: ‘by the Virgin Mary’ (Weis)

hot: eager, with a teasing intimation of unbecoming sexual passion (Weis); active, vigourous (SW); hot-tempered, angry, passionate (SW); fast, hasty (SW); lecherous, lustful, hot-blooded (SW); amorous, sexually eager, ardent, appetent (Partridge)

marry come up: a proverbial expression of indignant or amused surprise (Dent, M699.2) (Weis); expression of (real or playful) impatience (SW)

marry: [exclamation] by Mary (SW)

I trow: here meaning ‘surely’ (OED v. 4b glosses ‘I suppose’) (Weis); trow: (I) wonder, (I) ask you (SW); think, expect, believe (SW); believe, give credence to, accept as true (SW); hope, trust, suppose (SW); think, be sure (SW); know, guess, imagine (SW)

poultice: soothing dressing (Shakespeare’s only usage of the word) (Weis);1. A moist, usually heated mass of a substance with a soft, pasty consistency, applied to the skin, usually by means of a bandage or dressing, in order to promote healing, reduce swelling, relieve pain, etc.; a fomentation, a cataplasm. Also figurative. (OED)

coil: ado, fuss; cf. ‘I am not worth this coil that’s made for me’ (KJ 2.1.165).(Weis); turmoil, disturbance, fuss (SW); 1. Noisy disturbance, ‘row’; ‘tumult, turmoil, bustle, stir, hurry, confusion’ (Johnson).2. Confused noise of inanimate things; clutter, rattle, confused din. 3. Fuss, ado; a ‘business’.  4.a. to keep a coil: to keep up a disturbance; make a fuss, bustle, much ado.

shrift:  confession (Leung, SW); absolution (SW); confessional, place for hearing confession (SW)

hie: hasten, go quickly (also at 72, 77, 78) (Weis); hasten, hurry, speed (SW)

cell: small, humble dwelling (SW)

stays: waits (Leung); stay: stay in hiding, remain hidden (SW); staying, remaining, continued presence (SW); remain, continue, endure (SW); wait (for), await (SW)

wanton blood: Juliet is starting to blush (Weis)

blood: spirit, vigour, mettle (SW); anger, temper, passion (SW); colouring, healthy complexion, blushing (SW); hot blood, the blood as affected by sexual passion (Partridge, 67)

wanton: feminine; or: childlike (SW); lascivious, lewd, obscene (SW); carefree, lighthearted, frolicsome, playful (SW)

climb: to climb a woman’s legs (as though they were the limb of a tree) and then enjoy her (Partridge, 80)

bird’s nest: i.e. Juliet’s bedroom; the idiom ‘to climb a bird’s nest’ may have been proverbial (Dent, N124.1). (Weis) pudend and pubic hair (Partridge, 66)

at any: hasten, go quickly (also at 72, 77, 78) (Weis)

drudge and toil in your delight: ‘I am a mean labourer and hack, and I labour for your pleasure.’ (Weis)

drudge: slave, serf, lackey (SW)

bear the burden: assume responsibility for what will ensue; but also suggesting that Juliet will experience the weight of Romeo’s body during love-making (cf. AC 1.5.22).(Weis); bear: to bear children; to bear, support, a superincumbent man (Partridge, 63)

soon at night: tonight (proverbial; Dent, S639.1) (Weis); quickly, in a short time (SW)

hie to high fortune: Wish me luck. (No Fear Shakespeare Translation)

Pronunciation +

lookest: possibly “look’st” (Leung, also: Arden CWRE, 1998)

shamest: (line 23) Q2–3; sham’st Q4, F; not in Q1 (Weis)

Jesu: (line 29) jeez-yoo or jee-zoo; jayz-yoo or jay-zoo

you: (line 29) The more formal pronoun is used consistently by Nurse when addressing Juliet, while the 13-year-old uses the familiar thou, thee, thy to her servant, in conformity with the etiquette of the day in which social class overrides age. (Weis)

marry: (line 62) mah-ree (UK); meh-ree (US) (OED)

trow: (line 62) tr-ah-oo (UK); tr-oh (US) (OED)

hie: (line 68) hah-ee

wanton: (line 70) want-en or want-in

+prose: (lines 38-45) The nurse switches to prose for this speech.

Translation
No Fear Shakespeare

(Exeunt all but Brutus and Cassius.)

[4.3]

CASSIUS
That you have wronged me doth appear in this:
You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella
For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein my letters, praying on his side
Because I knew the man, was 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 condemned 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 speaks this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

BRUTUS
The name of Cassius honours this corruption,              15
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

CASSIUS
Chastisement?

BRUTUS
Remember March, the Ides of March remember:
Did not great Julius bleed for justice’ sake?
What villain touched 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, bait not me.
I’ll not endure it. You forget yourself
To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I,                                      30
Older in practice, 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 farther.

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.

BRUTUS
You have done that you should be sorry for.                      65
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats:
For I am armed 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 answered 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.
A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities,                          85
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.

BRUTUS
A flatterer’s would not, though they do appear                     90
As huge as high Olympus.

CASSIUS
Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is a-weary of the world:
Hated by one he loves, braved by his brother,                       95
Checked like a bondman; all his faults observed,
Set in a notebook, learned and conned by rote
To cast into my teeth. O I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast: within, a heart                             100
Dearer than Pluto’s mine, richer than gold.
If that thou beest a Roman, take it forth.
I that denied thee gold will give my heart.
Strike as thou didst at Caesar: for I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov’dst him better      105
Than ever thou lov’dst 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
That carries anger as the flint bears fire,                                   110
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-tempered vexeth him?

BRUTUS
When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered 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 you not 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.

Enter a Poet, [Lucilius and Titinius].

Assonance
Arden 3 | 1998

(Exeunt all but Brutus and Cassius.)

[4.3]

CASSIUS
That you have wronged me doth appear in this:
You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella
For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein my letters, praying on his side
Because I knew the man, was 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 condemned 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 speaks this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

BRUTUS
The name of Cassius honours this corruption,              15
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

CASSIUS
Chastisement?

BRUTUS
Remember March, the Ides of March remember:
Did not great Julius bleed for justice’ sake?
What villain touched 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, bait not me.
I’ll not endure it. You forget yourself
To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I,                                      30
Older in practice, 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 farther.

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.

BRUTUS
You have done that you should be sorry for.                      65
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats:
For I am armed 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 answered 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.
A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities,                          85
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.

BRUTUS
A flatterer’s would not, though they do appear                     90
As huge as high Olympus.

CASSIUS
Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is a-weary of the world:
Hated by one he loves, braved by his brother,                       95
Checked like a bondman; all his faults observed,
Set in a notebook, learned and conned by rote
To cast into my teeth. O I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast: within, a heart                             100
Dearer than Pluto’s mine, richer than gold.
If that thou beest a Roman, take it forth.
I that denied thee gold will give my heart.
Strike as thou didst at Caesar: for I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov’dst him better      105
Than ever thou lov’dst 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
That carries anger as the flint bears fire,                                   110
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-tempered vexeth him?

BRUTUS
When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered 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 you not 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.

Enter a Poet, [Lucilius and Titinius].

Alliteration
Arden 3 | 1998

(Exeunt all but Brutus and Cassius.)

[4.3]

CASSIUS
That you have wronged me doth appear in this:
You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella
For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein my letters, praying on his side
Because I knew the man, was 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 condemned 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 speaks this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

BRUTUS
The name of Cassius honours this corruption,              15
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

CASSIUS
Chastisement?

BRUTUS
Remember March, the Ides of March remember:
Did not great Julius bleed for justice’ sake?
What villain touched 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, bait not me.
I’ll not endure it. You forget yourself
To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I,                                      30
Older in practice, 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 farther.

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.

BRUTUS
You have done that you should be sorry for.                      65
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats:
For I am armed 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 answered 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.
A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities,                          85
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.

BRUTUS
A flatterer’s would not, though they do appear                     90
As huge as high Olympus.

CASSIUS
Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is a-weary of the world:
Hated by one he loves, braved by his brother,                       95
Checked like a bondman; all his faults observed,
Set in a notebook, learned and conned by rote
To cast into my teeth. O I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast: within, a heart                             100
Dearer than Pluto’s mine, richer than gold.
If that thou beest a Roman, take it forth.
I that denied thee gold will give my heart.
Strike as thou didst at Caesar: for I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov’dst him better      105
Than ever thou lov’dst 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
That carries anger as the flint bears fire,                                   110
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-tempered vexeth him?

BRUTUS
When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered 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 you not 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.

Enter a Poet, [Lucilius and Titinius].

Consonance
Arden 3 | 1998

(Exeunt all but Brutus and Cassius.)

[4.3]

CASSIUS
That you have wronged me doth appear in this:
You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella
For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein my letters, praying on his side
Because I knew the man, was 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 condemned 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 speaks this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

BRUTUS
The name of Cassius honours this corruption,              15
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

CASSIUS
Chastisement?

BRUTUS
Remember March, the Ides of March remember:
Did not great Julius bleed for justice’ sake?
What villain touched 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, bait not me.
I’ll not endure it. You forget yourself
To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I,                                      30
Older in practice, 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 farther.

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.

BRUTUS
You have done that you should be sorry for.                      65
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats:
For I am armed 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 answered 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.
A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities,                          85
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.

BRUTUS
A flatterer’s would not, though they do appear                     90
As huge as high Olympus.

CASSIUS
Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is a-weary of the world:
Hated by one he loves, braved by his brother,                       95
Checked like a bondman; all his faults observed,
Set in a notebook, learned and conned by rote
To cast into my teeth. O I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast: within, a heart                             100
Dearer than Pluto’s mine, richer than gold.
If that thou beest a Roman, take it forth.
I that denied thee gold will give my heart.
Strike as thou didst at Caesar: for I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov’dst him better      105
Than ever thou lov’dst 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
That carries anger as the flint bears fire,                                   110
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-tempered vexeth him?

BRUTUS
When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered 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 you not 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.

Enter a Poet, [Lucilius and Titinius].

Thoughts
Arden 3 | 1998

(Exeunt all but Brutus and Cassius.)

[4.3]

CASSIUS
That you have wronged me doth appear in this:
You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella
For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein my letters, praying on his side
Because I knew the man, was 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 condemned 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 speaks this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

BRUTUS
The name of Cassius honours this corruption,              15
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

CASSIUS
Chastisement?

BRUTUS
Remember March, the Ides of March remember:
Did not great Julius bleed for justice’ sake?
What villain touched 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, bait not me.
I’ll not endure it. You forget yourself
To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I,                                      30
Older in practice, 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 farther.

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.

BRUTUS
You have done that you should be sorry for.                      65
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats:
For I am armed 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 answered 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.
A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities,                          85
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.

BRUTUS
A flatterer’s would not, though they do appear                     90
As huge as high Olympus.

CASSIUS
Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is a-weary of the world:
Hated by one he loves, braved by his brother,                       95
Checked like a bondman; all his faults observed,
Set in a notebook, learned and conned by rote
To cast into my teeth. O I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast: within, a heart                             100
Dearer than Pluto’s mine, richer than gold.
If that thou beest a Roman, take it forth.
I that denied thee gold will give my heart.
Strike as thou didst at Caesar: for I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov’dst him better      105
Than ever thou lov’dst 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
That carries anger as the flint bears fire,                                   110
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-tempered vexeth him?

BRUTUS
When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered 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 you not 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.

Enter a Poet, [Lucilius and Titinius].

CASSIUS

Long:
Medium:
Short:
Complex:

End stopped:
Midline:

Period:
Exclamation:
Question:
Dash:

Total:

BRUTUS

Long:
Medium:
Short:
Complex:

End stopped:
Midline:

Period:
Exclamation:
Question:
Dash:

Total:

Rhythm
Arden 3 | 1998

(Exeunt all but Brutus and Cassius.)

[4.3]

CASSIUS
That you have wronged me doth appear in this:
You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella
For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein my letters, praying on his side
Because I knew the man, was 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 condemned 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 speaks this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

BRUTUS
The name of Cassius honours this corruption,              15
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

CASSIUS
Chastisement?

BRUTUS
Remember March, the Ides of March remember:
Did not great Julius bleed for justice’ sake?
What villain touched 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, bait not me.
I’ll not endure it. You forget yourself
To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I,                                      30
Older in practice, 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 farther.

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.

BRUTUS
You have done that you should be sorry for.                      65
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats:
For I am armed 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 answered 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.
A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities,                          85
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.

BRUTUS
A flatterer’s would not, though they do appear                     90
As huge as high Olympus.

CASSIUS
Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is a-weary of the world:
Hated by one he loves, braved by his brother,                       95
Checked like a bondman; all his faults observed,
Set in a notebook, learned and conned by rote
To cast into my teeth. O I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast: within, a heart                             100
Dearer than Pluto’s mine, richer than gold.
If that thou beest a Roman, take it forth.
I that denied thee gold will give my heart.
Strike as thou didst at Caesar: for I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov’dst him better      105
Than ever thou lov’dst 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
That carries anger as the flint bears fire,                                   110
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-tempered vexeth him?

BRUTUS
When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered 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 you not 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.

Enter a Poet, [Lucilius and Titinius].

Pacing
Arden 3 | 1998

(Exeunt all but Brutus and Cassius.)

[4.3]

CASSIUS
That you have wronged me doth appear in this:
You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella
For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein my letters, praying on his side
Because I knew the man, was 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 condemned 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 speaks this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

BRUTUS
The name of Cassius honours this corruption,              15
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

CASSIUS
Chastisement?

BRUTUS
Remember March, the Ides of March remember:
Did not great Julius bleed for justice’ sake?
What villain touched 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, bait not me.
I’ll not endure it. You forget yourself
To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I,                                      30
Older in practice, 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 farther.

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.

BRUTUS
You have done that you should be sorry for.                      65
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats:
For I am armed 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 answered 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.
A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities,                          85
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.

BRUTUS
A flatterer’s would not, though they do appear                     90
As huge as high Olympus.

CASSIUS
Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is a-weary of the world:
Hated by one he loves, braved by his brother,                       95
Checked like a bondman; all his faults observed,
Set in a notebook, learned and conned by rote
To cast into my teeth. O I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast: within, a heart                             100
Dearer than Pluto’s mine, richer than gold.
If that thou beest a Roman, take it forth.
I that denied thee gold will give my heart.
Strike as thou didst at Caesar: for I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov’dst him better      105
Than ever thou lov’dst 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
That carries anger as the flint bears fire,                                   110
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-tempered vexeth him?

BRUTUS
When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered 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 you not 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.

Enter a Poet, [Lucilius and Titinius].

Beats
Arden 3 | 1998

(Exeunt all but Brutus and Cassius.)

[4.3]

 

Beat 1


CASSIUS
That you have wronged me doth appear in this:
You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella
For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein my letters, praying on his side
Because I knew the man, was 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.

 

Beat 2


BRUTUS
Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemned 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 speaks this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

BRUTUS
The name of Cassius honours this corruption,              15
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

CASSIUS
Chastisement?

 

Beat 3


BRUTUS
Remember March, the Ides of March remember:
Did not great Julius bleed for justice’ sake?
What villain touched 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, bait not me.

 

Beat 4


CASSIUS
I’ll not endure it. You forget yourself
To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I,                                      30
Older in practice, abler than yourself
To make conditions.

BRUTUS
Go to, you are not, Cassius.

CASSIUS
—————————-I am.

BRUTUS
I say you are not.

 

Beat 5


CASSIUS
Urge me no more. I shall forget myself.                           35
Have mind upon your health. Tempt me no farther.

BRUTUS
Away, slight man!

 

Beat 6


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

 

Beat 7


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.

 

Beat 8


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.

 

Beat 9


CASSIUS
Do not presume too much upon my love:
I may do that I shall be sorry for.

BRUTUS
You have done that you should be sorry for.                      65
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats:
For I am armed 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 answered 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!

 

Beat 10

CASSIUS
———————I denied you not.

BRUTUS
You did.

CASSIUS
——–I did not. He was but a fool
That brought my answer back.

 

Beat 11


CASSIUS
——————————-Brutus hath rived my heart.
A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities,                          85
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.

BRUTUS
A flatterer’s would not, though they do appear                     90
As huge as high Olympus.

 

Beat 12


CASSIUS
Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is a-weary of the world:
Hated by one he loves, braved by his brother,                       95
Checked like a bondman; all his faults observed,
Set in a notebook, learned and conned by rote
To cast into my teeth. O I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes!

 

Beat 13


CASSIUS

————————–There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast: within, a heart                             100
Dearer than Pluto’s mine, richer than gold.
If that thou beest a Roman, take it forth.
I that denied thee gold will give my heart.
Strike as thou didst at Caesar: for I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov’dst him better      105
Than ever thou lov’dst 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
That carries anger as the flint bears fire,                                   110
Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark
And straight is cold again.

 

Beat 14


CASSIUS
—————————Hath Cassius lived
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief and blood ill-tempered vexeth him?

BRUTUS
When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered too.                    115

 

Beat 15


CASSIUS
Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.

BRUTUS
And my heart too.

 

Beat 16


CASSIUS
——————-O Brutus!

BRUTUS
——————————What’s the matter?

CASSIUS
Have you not 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.

 

Beat 17


Enter a Poet, [Lucilius and Titinius].

Top

Objectives +

Objectives

Cassius needs Brutus to agree to release Lucius Pella
Cassius needs Brutus to make amends for wrongs he has done.

Brutus needs Cassius to make him believe they are still loyal friends.

 

Obstacles

For Brutus:
Cassius’ temper
He is dependent on Cassius for money to pay his men
Cassius can’t always be trusted.
Cassius may or may not have wronged him (it may have been “ill officers”).
Cassius thinks he’s a better soldier.

For Cassius:
Brutus hides wrongs behind his “sober form”
Brutus is being antagonistic
Brutus thinks he is a more experienced soidlier.

Full Scene
Arden 3 | 1998

[4.2]

Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius and the army. Titinius and Pindarus meet 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:

(Low march within.)

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 quartered.
The greater part, the horse in general,
Are come with Cassius.

Enter Cassius and his powers.

BRUTUS
————————-Hark, he is arrived.                     30
March gently on to meet him.

CASSIUS
Stand ho.

BRUTUS
Stand ho. Speak the word along.

1 SOLDIER
Stand.

2 SOLDIER
Stand.                                                                                     35

3 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
40Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs,
And when you do them –

BRUTUS
————————–Cassius, be content.
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:                            45
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 all but Brutus and Cassius.)

[4.3]

CASSIUS
That you have wronged me doth appear in this:
You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella
For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein my letters, praying on his side
Because I knew the man, was 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 condemned 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 speaks this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

BRUTUS
The name of Cassius honours this corruption,              15
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

CASSIUS
Chastisement?

BRUTUS
Remember March, the Ides of March remember:
Did not great Julius bleed for justice’ sake?
What villain touched 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, bait not me.
I’ll not endure it. You forget yourself
To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I,                                      30
Older in practice, 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 farther.

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.

BRUTUS
You have done that you should be sorry for.                      65
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats:
For I am armed 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 answered 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.
A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities,                          85
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.

BRUTUS
A flatterer’s would not, though they do appear                     90
As huge as high Olympus.

CASSIUS
Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is a-weary of the world:
Hated by one he loves, braved by his brother,                       95
Checked like a bondman; all his faults observed,
Set in a notebook, learned and conned by rote
To cast into my teeth. O I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast: within, a heart                             100
Dearer than Pluto’s mine, richer than gold.
If that thou beest a Roman, take it forth.
I that denied thee gold will give my heart.
Strike as thou didst at Caesar: for I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov’dst him better      105
Than ever thou lov’dst 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
That carries anger as the flint bears fire,                                   110
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-tempered vexeth him?

BRUTUS
When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered 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 you not 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.

Enter a Poet, [Lucilius and Titinius].

POET
Let me go in to see the generals.
There is some grudge between ’em; ’tis not meet
125They be alone.

LUCILIUS
125You shall not come to them.

POET
Nothing but death shall stay me.

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,
130 For I have seen more years, I’m sure, than ye.

CASSIUS
Ha, ha, how vildly 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.
135What should the wars do with these jigging fools?
Companion, hence.

CASSIUS
Away, away, be gone.

(Exit Poet.)

BRUTUS
Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
Prepare to lodge their companies tonight.

CASSIUS
And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you
140Immediately to us.[Exeunt Lucilius and Titinius.]

BRUTUS
140[Calls.]Lucius! A bowl of wine.

CASSIUS
I did not think you could have been so angry.

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
145No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.

CASSIUS
Ha? Portia?

BRUTUS
She is dead.

CASSIUS
How scaped I killing when I crossed you so?
O insupportable and touching loss!
150Upon what sickness?

BRUTUS
150Impatient 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, swallowed fire.

CASSIUS
155And died so?

BRUTUS
155Even so.

CASSIUS
155O ye immortal gods!

Enter Lucius with wine and tapers.

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’er-swell the cup.
160I cannot drink too much of Brutus’ love.[Exit Lucius.]

Enter Titinius and Messala.

BRUTUS
Come in, Titinius. 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.
165Messala, I have here received letters
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
170With what addition?

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.
175Mine speak of seventy senators that died
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
180No, Messala.

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.

BRUTUS
185Now, 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?                                    195

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, defence 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 refreshed, 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 brimful, 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 tomorrow will we rise, and hence.

Enter Lucius.

BRUTUS
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.

Enter Lucius with the gown.

BRUTUS
Everything is well.

CASSIUS
Good night, my lord.

BRUTUS
———————-Good night, good brother.                      235

TITINIUS / MESSALA
Good night, Lord Brutus.

BRUTUS
Farewell, every one.

Exeunt [ Cassius, Titinius and Messala ],

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’erwatched.
Call Claudio and some other of my men.                          240
I’ll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.

LUCIUS
Varrus and Claudio!

Enter Varrus and Claudio.

VARRUS
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.

VARRUS
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.

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!                    265
Layest 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 turned 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 mak’st my blood cold, and my hair to stare?
Speak to me what thou art.

GHOST
Thy evil spirit, Brutus.

BRUTUS
———————–Why com’st 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, Varrus, Claudio, sirs, awake!
Claudio!

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 cried’st out?

LUCIUS
My lord, I do not know that I did cry.

BRUTUS
Yes, that thou didst. Didst thou see anything?                   295

LUCIUS
Nothing, my lord.

BRUTUS
Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudio,
Fellow, thou, awake!

VARRUS
My lord?

CLAUDIO
My lord?

BRUTUS
Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?

BOTH
Did we, my lord?

BRUTUS
——————Ay. Saw you anything?          300

VARRUS
No, my lord, I saw nothing.

CLAUDIO
Nor I, my lord.

BRUTUS
Go and commend me to my brother Cassius.
Bid him set on his powers betimes before
And we will follow.

BOTH
It shall be done, my lord.

(Exeunt.)

Rhetoric
Arden 3 | 1998

(Exeunt all but Brutus and Cassius.)

[4.3]

CASSIUS
That you have wronged me doth appear in this:
You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella
For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein my letters, praying on his side
Because I knew the man, was 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 condemned 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 speaks this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

BRUTUS
The name of Cassius honours this corruption,              15
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

CASSIUS
Chastisement?

BRUTUS
Remember March, the Ides of March remember:
Did not great Julius bleed for justice’ sake?
What villain touched 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, bait not me.
I’ll not endure it. You forget yourself
To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I,                                      30
Older in practice, 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 farther.

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.

BRUTUS
You have done that you should be sorry for.                      65
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats:
For I am armed 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 answered 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.
A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities,                          85
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.

BRUTUS
A flatterer’s would not, though they do appear                     90
As huge as high Olympus.

CASSIUS
Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is a-weary of the world:
Hated by one he loves, braved by his brother,                       95
Checked like a bondman; all his faults observed,
Set in a notebook, learned and conned by rote
To cast into my teeth. O I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast: within, a heart                             100
Dearer than Pluto’s mine, richer than gold.
If that thou beest a Roman, take it forth.
I that denied thee gold will give my heart.
Strike as thou didst at Caesar: for I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov’dst him better      105
Than ever thou lov’dst 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
That carries anger as the flint bears fire,                                   110
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-tempered vexeth him?

BRUTUS
When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered 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 you not 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.

Enter a Poet, [Lucilius and Titinius].

Pronunciation +

shamest: (line 23) Q2–3; sham’st Q4, F; not in Q1 (Weis)

Jesu: (line 29) jeez-yoo or jee-zoo; jayz-yoo or jay-zoo

you: (line 29) The more formal pronoun is used consistently by Nurse when addressing Juliet, while the 13-year-old uses the familiar thou, thee, thy to her servant, in conformity with the etiquette of the day in which social class overrides age. (Weis)

marry: (line 62) mah-ree (UK); meh-ree (US) (OED)

trow: (line 62) tr-ah-oo (UK); tr-oh (US) (OED)

hie: (line 68) hah-ee

wanton: (line 70) want-en or want-in

Brutus & Cassius | Act 4, Scene 2 | 58-193

That you have wronged me doth appear in this…

Source
RSC | Jonathan Bate & Eric Rasmussen. London: RSC Shakespeare, 2009

SCENE III. 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.

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;
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.

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,
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
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,
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;
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?

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
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?

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;
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!

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.

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:
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
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,
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:
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.

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;
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,
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,
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
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.

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,
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
He’ll think your mother chides, and leave you so.

Line Analysis
RSC | 2009

Thoughts

Short: 9
Medium: 5
Long: 2
Total: 16

End-stopped: 5
Mid-line: 11

Periods: 7
Exclamations: 1
Questions: 7
Unfinished: 1

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