Julius Caesar, Act 4, Scene 3, 1-122
Arden 3 | David Daniell | London: Bloomsbury, 1998 | 277-286
@1599
Brutus: 69 lines
Cassius: 53 lines
Total: 122 lines
“That you have wronged me doth appear in this…”
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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
BRUTUS and CASSIUS remain onstage. They are now in their tent.
CASSIUS
My evidence that you have wronged me is that you condemned and disgraced Lucius Pella for taking bribes here from the Sardinians, and you ignored my letters, where I argued that he was innocent; I know the man.
BRUTUS
You wronged yourself to write on behalf of such a man.
CASSIUS
In a time like this, it doesn’t make sense to criticize every offense.
BRUTUS
I’ll tell you, Cassius, you yourself have been called greedy and been accused of giving your positions to undeserving men in exchange for gold.
CASSIUS
Me, “greedy”! You know, if you were anyone other than Brutus, that speech would be your last.
BRUTUS
The name of Cassius gives credit to these corrupt actions, and so they go unpunished.
CASSIUS
Unpunished!
BRUTUS
Remember March, March 15th. Didn’t great Caesar bleed for the sake of justice?
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].
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.
Alliteration
Arden 3 | 2006
(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 | 2006
(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 | 2006
(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].
Thought Count
Arden 3 | 2006
Thoughts |TBD
Short: 2 | 5
Medium: 2 | 5
Long: 2 | 1
Total: 5 | 11
Complex: 2 | 2,6
End-stopped: 2 | 6
Mid-line: 3 | 5
Periods: 5
Exclamations: 0
Questions: 0
Unfinished: 0
Rhythm
Arden 3 | 2006
(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 | 2006
(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 | 2006
(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].
Rhetoric
Arden 3 | 2006
(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 Antithesis: just assassins vs contaminated robbers
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. Antithesis: Mad dog vs contaminated 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].
Scene
Arden 3 | 2006 | 215-233
(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].
Given Circumstances
Arden 3 | 2006
JAQUES
——————–All the world’s a stage, [140]
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms; [145]
Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school; and then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow; then a soldier, [150]
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth; and then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined, [155]
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, [160]
His youthful hose well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history, [165]
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Re-enter ORLANDO, with ADAM