Act IV, Scene 2
A camp near Sardis. Before Brutus’s tent.
- Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, Lucius, and the army. Titinius
- and Pindarus meet them.
- Stand ho!
- Give the word ho! And stand.
- What now, Lucilius, is Cassius near?
Lucilius4 - 5
- He is at hand, and Pindarus is come
- To do you salutation from his master.
Brutus6 - 10
- 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.
Pindarus11 - 13
- I do not doubt
- But that my noble master will appear
- Such as he is, full of regard and honor.
Brutus14 - 15
- He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius,
- How he receiv’d you; let me be resolv’d.
Lucilius16 - 19
- With courtesy and with respect enough,
- But not with such familiar instances,
- Nor with such free and friendly conference,
- As he hath us’d of old.
Brutus20 - 29
- Thou hast describ’d
- A hot friend cooling. Ever note, Lucilius,
- When love begins to sicken and decay
- 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,
- They fall their crests, and like deceitful jades
- Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?
Lucilius30 - 32
- They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter’d.
- The greater part, the horse in general,
- Are come with Cassius.
- Enter Cassius and his powers.
Brutus33 - 34
- Hark, he is arriv’d.
- March gently on to meet him.
- Stand ho!
- Stand ho! Speak the word along.
- Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.
Brutus41 - 42
- Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies?
- And if not so, how should I wrong a brother?
Cassius43 - 44
- Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs,
- And when you do them—
Brutus45 - 51
- 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;
- Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
- And I will give you audience.
Cassius52 - 54
- Bid our commanders lead their charges off
- A little from this ground.
Brutus55 - 57
- Lucius, do you the like, and let no man
- Come to our tent till we have done our conference.
- Let Lucilius and Titinius guard our door.
- Exeunt. Manent Brutus and Cassius, who withdraw into Brutus’
- tent, while Lucilius and Titinius mount guard without.