Bru. The name of Caffius honours this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

Caf. Chastisement!

Bru. 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, fhall one of us,
That ftruck the foremost man of all this world,
But for fupporting robbers; fhall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ?
And fell the mighty space of our large honours,
For fo much trash, as may be grasped thus ?--
I had rather be a dog, and f bay the moon,
Than fuch a Roman.

Caf. Brutus, bait not me,

I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,
To hedge me in; I am a foldier, I,
Older in practice, abler than yourself
iTo make conditions.

Bru. Go to; you k are not, Caffius.
Caf. I am.

Bru. I fay, you are not.

Caf. Urge me no more, I fhall forget myself;

Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.

Bru. Away, flight man!

Caf. Is't poffible?

What villain]-Which of us was so much a villain-Did even the meaneft of the band of patriots.

bay the moon,bark at it, as dogs are faid to do, through envy of its brightness. CYMB. A. V. S. 5. Poft.

bait not me,]-bay not me.

To bedge me in ;]-To abridge my authority.

To make conditions.]-To dispose of offices; to regulate an army.

are not, Caffius.You are not Caffius-not yourself.

Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.

Muft I give way and room to your rafh choler?
Shall I be frighted, when a madman ftares?

Caf. O ye gods! ye gods! Muft I endure all this?

Bru. All this? ay, more: Fret, till your proud heart break;

Go, fhew your flaves how cholerick you are,

And make your bondmen tremble. Muft I budge?
Muft I obferve you? Muft I ftand and crouch
Under your testy humour? By the gods,
You fhall digeft the venom of your fpleen,
Though it do fplit you: for, from this day forth,
I'll ufe you for my mirth, yea, for

When you are waspish.

Caf. Is it come to this?

my laughter,

Bru. You fay, you are a better foldier:

Let it appear fo; make your vaunting true,

And it fhall please me well: For mine own part,.

I fhall be glad to learn of noble men.

Caf. You wrong me; every way you wrong me, Brutus ; I faid, an elder foldier, not a better:

Did I fay better?

I

Bru. If you did, I care not.

Caf. When Cæfar liv'd, he durft not thus have mov'd

me.

Bru. Peace, peace; you durft not so have tempted him. Caf. I durft not?

Bru. No.

Caf. What? durft not tempt him?

Bru. For your life you durft not.

Caf. Do not prefume too much upon my love,

may do that I fhall be forry for.

Bru. You have done that you should be forry for.

There

threats;

There is no terror, Caffius, in your
For I am arm'd so strong in honesty,
That they pafs by me, as the idle wind,
Which I refpect not. I did fend to you

For certain fums of gold, which you deny'd 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 peafants their vile trash,
By any indirection. I did fend

To you for gold to pay my legions,

Which

you deny'd me: Was that done like Caffius? Should I have answer'd Caius Caffius fo?

When Marcus Brutus grows fo covetous,
To lock fuch rafcal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,

Dash him to pieces!

Caf. I deny'd you not.

Bru. You did.

Caf. I did not:-he was but a fool,

That brought my answer back.-Brutus hath 'riv'd my heart:

A friend fhould bear his friend's infirmities,

But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
Bru. I do not, in till you practise them on me.
Caf. You love me not.

Bru. I do not like your faults.

Caf. A friendly eye could never fee fuch faults.

Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear

As huge as high Olympus.

1 riv'd]-split.

till you practife them on me.]-till, by your ill ufage, you force me

to remark them.

Caf: Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Caffius,

For Caffius is aweary of the world:

Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother;
Check'd like a bondman; all his faults obferv'd,
Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote,
To caft into my teeth. O, I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes!There is my dagger,
And here my naked breaft; within, a heart
Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold:
"If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth

;

I, that deny'd thee gold, will give my heart;

Strike, as thou didst at Cæfar; for, I know,

When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dft him better Than ever thou lov'dft Caffius.

Bru. Sheath your dagger :

Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
Do what you will, difhonour shall be humour.
O Caffius, you are yoked with a lamb,
That carries anger, as the flint bears fire,
Who, much enforced, fhews a hafty spark,
And ftraight is cold again.

Caf. Hath Caffius liv'd

To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him?
Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.
Caf. Do you confefs fo much? Give me your hand.
Bru. And my heart too.

Caf. O Brutus !

Bru. What's the matter?

Caf. Have not you love enough to bear with me,

If that thou beft a Roman,]-one of the old ftamp, I adjure thee, take out this heart, and thereby rid thy country of a fecond burthen.

When

When that rash humour, which my mother gave me,
Makes me forgetful?

Bru. Yes, Caffius; and, from henceforth,

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

[A noife within.

Poet. [within.] Let me go in to see the generals; There is fome grudge between them, 'tis not meet They be alone.

Luc. [within.] You fhall not come to them.

Poet. [within.] Nothing but death shall stay me.

Enter Poet.

Caf. How now? What's the matter?

Poet. For fhame, you generals: What do you mean? Love, and be friends, as two fuch men should be ; For I have seen more years, I am fure, than ye. Caf. Ha, ha; how vilely doth this cynic rhyme ! Bru. Get you hence, firrah; faucy fellow, hence. Caf. Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion.

Bru. I'll know his humour when he knows his time: What should the wars do with these jigging fools?— Companion, hence.

Caf. Away, away, be gone.

Enter Lucilius and Titinius.

[Exit Poet.

Bru. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders

Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.

• jigging fools ?]—writers of small ludicrous pieces.

P Companion, bence.]-Fellow, away.

fcurvy companion."

HEN. IV. P. II. A. II. S. 4. Doll.

Caf.