Act IV, Scene 3
Inside Brutus’s tent.
- The scene continues inside Brutus’ tent while Lucilius and
- Titinius mount guard without.
Cassius1 - 5
- 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, was slighted off.
- You wrong’d yourself to write in such a case.
Cassius7 - 8
- In such a time as this it is not meet
- That every nice offense should bear his comment.
Brutus9 - 12
- 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.
Cassius13 - 15
- I, an itching palm?
- You know that you are Brutus that speaks this,
- Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.
Brutus16 - 17
- The name of Cassius honors this corruption,
- And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
Brutus19 - 29
- 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 honors
- For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
- I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
- Than such a Roman.
Cassius30 - 34
- Brutus, bait not me,
- I’ll not endure it. You forget yourself
- To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I,
- Older in practice, abler than yourself
- To make conditions.
- Go to; you are not, Cassius.
- I am.
- I say you are not.
Cassius38 - 39
- Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;
- Have mind upon your health; tempt me no farther.
- Away, slight man!
- Is’t possible?
Brutus42 - 44
- Hear me, for I will speak.
- Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
- Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
- O ye gods, ye gods, must I endure all this?
Brutus46 - 54
- 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 bouge?
- Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
- Under your testy humor? 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.
- Is it come to this?
Brutus56 - 59
- 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.
Cassius60 - 62
- You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus:
- I said an elder soldier, not a better.
- Did I say “better”?
- If you did, I care not.
- When Caesar liv’d, he durst not thus have mov’d me.
- Peace, peace, you durst not so have tempted him.
- I durst not?
- What? Durst not tempt him?
- For your life you durst not.
Cassius70 - 71
- Do not presume too much upon my love,
- I may do that I shall be sorry for.
Brutus72 - 89
- 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 drachmaes 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!
- I denied you not.
- You did.
Cassius92 - 95
- I did not. He was but a fool that brought
- My answer back. Brutus hath riv’d my heart.
- A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities;
- But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
- I do not, till you practice them on me.
- You love me not.
- I do not like your faults.
- A friendly eye could never see such faults.
Brutus100 - 101
- A flatterer’s would not, though they do appear
- As huge as high Olympus.
Cassius102 - 116
- Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
- Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
- For Cassius is a-weary of the world;
- Hated by one he loves, brav’d by his brother,
- Check’d like a bondman, all his faults observ’d,
- 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 Pluto’s 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.
Brutus117 - 123
- Sheathe your dagger.
- Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
- Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor.
- 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.
Cassius124 - 126
- Hath Cassius liv’d
- To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
- When grief and blood ill-temper’d vexeth him?
- When I spoke that, I was ill-temper’d too.
- Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
- And my heart too.
- O Brutus!
- What’s the matter?
Cassius132 - 134
- Have not you love enough to bear with me,
- When that rash humor which my mother gave me
- Makes me forgetful?
Brutus135 - 137
- Yes, Cassius, and from henceforth,
- When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
- He’ll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
- Enter a Poet to Lucilius and Titinius as they stand on
A Poet138 - 140
- Let me go in to see the generals.
- There is some grudge between ’em; ’tis not meet
- They be alone.
- You shall not come to them.
- Nothing but death shall stay me.
- Brutus and Cassius step out of the tent.
- How now? What’s the matter?
A Poet144 - 146
- For shame, you generals! What do you mean?
- Love, and be friends, as two such men should be,
- For I have seen more years, I’m sure, than ye.
- Ha, ha! How vildly doth this cynic rhyme!
- Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence!
- Bear with him, Brutus, ’tis his fashion.
Brutus150 - 152
- I’ll know his humor, when he knows his time.
- What should the wars do with these jigging fools?
- Companion, hence!
- Away, away, be gone!
- Exit Poet.
Brutus154 - 155
- Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
- Prepare to lodge their companies tonight.
Cassius156 - 157
- And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you
- Immediately to us.
- Exeunt Lucilius and Titinius.
- To Lucius within.
- Lucius, a bowl of wine!
- Brutus and Cassius return into the tent.
- I did not think you could have been so angry.
- O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.
Cassius161 - 162
- Of your philosophy you make no use,
- If you give place to accidental evils.
- No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.
- Ha? Portia?
- She is dead.
Cassius166 - 168
- How scap’d I killing when I cross’d you so?
- O insupportable and touching loss!
- Upon what sickness?
Brutus169 - 173
- Impatient 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) swallow’d fire.
- And died so?
- Even so.
- O ye immortal gods!
- Enter Boy Lucius with wine and tapers.
Brutus177 - 178
- Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine.
- In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.
Cassius179 - 181
- My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.
- Fill, Lucius, till the wine o’erswell the cup;
- I cannot drink too much of Brutus’ love.
- Exit Lucius.
- Enter Titinius and Messala.
Brutus182 - 184
- Come in, Titinius. Welcome, good Messala.
- Now sit we close about this taper here,
- And call in question our necessities.
- Portia, art thou gone?
Brutus186 - 190
- No more, I pray you.
- Messala, I have here received letters
- That young Octavius and Mark Antony
- Come down upon us with a mighty power,
- Bending their expedition toward Philippi.
- Myself have letters of the self-same tenure.
- With what addition?
Messala193 - 195
- That by proscription and bills of outlawry
- Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus
- Have put to death an hundred senators.
Brutus196 - 198
- Therein our letters do not well agree;
- Mine speak of seventy senators that died
- By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.
- Cicero one?
Messala200 - 202
- Cicero is dead,
- And by that order of proscription.
- Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?
- No, Messala.
- Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?
- Nothing, Messala.
- That, methinks, is strange.
- Why ask you? Hear you aught of her in yours?
- No, my lord.
- Now as you are a Roman tell me true.
Messala210 - 211
- Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell:
- For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.
Brutus212 - 214
- Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala.
- With meditating that she must die once,
- I have the patience to endure it now.
- Even so great men great losses should endure.
Cassius216 - 217
- I have as much of this in art as you,
- But yet my nature could not bear it so.
Brutus218 - 219
- Well, to our work alive. What do you think
- Of marching to Philippi presently?
- I do not think it good.
- Your reason?
Cassius222 - 226
- This it is:
- ’Tis better that the enemy seek us;
- So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,
- Doing himself offense, whilst we, lying still,
- Are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness.
Brutus227 - 236
- Good reasons must of force give place to better:
- The people ’twixt Philippi and this ground
- Do stand but in a forc’d affection,
- For they have grudg’d us contribution.
- The enemy, marching along by them,
- By them shall make a fuller number up,
- Come on refresh’d, new-added, and encourag’d;
- From which advantage shall we cut him off
- If at Philippi we do face him there,
- These people at our back.
- Hear me, good brother.
Brutus238 - 249
- 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.
- 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,
- And we must take the current when it serves,
- Or lose our ventures.
Cassius250 - 251
- Then with your will go on;
- We’ll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi .
Brutus252 - 255
- The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
- And nature must obey necessity,
- Which we will niggard with a little rest.
- There is no more to say?
Cassius256 - 257
- No more. Good night.
- Early tomorrow will we rise, and hence.
Brutus258 - 262
- Enter Lucius.
- My gown.
- Exit Lucius.
- Farewell, good Messala.
- Good night, Titinius. Noble, noble Cassius,
- Good night, and good repose.
Cassius263 - 266
- 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.
- Every thing is well.
- Good night, my lord.
- Good night, good brother.
Both Titinius and Messala270
- Good night, Lord Brutus.
Brutus271 - 272
- Farewell every one.
- Exeunt all but Brutus and Lucius.
- Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
- Here in the tent.
Brutus274 - 277
- What, thou speak’st drowsily?
- Poor knave, I blame thee not, thou art o’erwatch’d.
- Call Claudio and some other of my men,
- I’ll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
- Varrus and Claudio!
- Enter Varrus and Claudio.
- Calls my lord?
Brutus280 - 282
- I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep;
- It may be I shall raise you by and by
- On business to my brother Cassius.
- So please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure.
Brutus284 - 287
- I will not have it so. Lie down, good sirs,
- It may be I shall otherwise bethink me.
- Varrus and Claudio lie down.
- Look, Lucius, here’s the book I sought for so;
- I put it in the pocket of my gown.
- I was sure your lordship did not give it me.
Brutus289 - 291
- 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?
- Ay, my lord, an’t please you.
Brutus293 - 294
- It does, my boy.
- I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
- It is my duty, sir.
Brutus296 - 297
- I should not urge thy duty past thy might;
- I know young bloods look for a time of rest.
- I have slept, my lord, already.
Brutus299 - 316
- 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 murd’rous slumber!
- 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.
- Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turn’d down
- Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.
- Enter the Ghost of Caesar.
- How ill this taper burns! Ha! Who comes here?
- I think it is the weakness of mine eyes
- That shapes this monstrous apparition.
- 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 of Caesar317
- Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
- Why com’st thou?
Ghost of Caesar319
- To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.
- Well; then I shall see thee again?
Ghost of Caesar321
- Ay, at Philippi.
Brutus322 - 326
- Why, I will see thee at Philippi then.
- Exit Ghost.
- Now I have taken heart thou vanishest.
- Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.
- Boy, Lucius! Varrus! Claudio! Sirs, awake!
- The strings, my lord, are false.
Brutus328 - 329
- He thinks he still is at his instrument.
- Lucius, awake!
- My lord?
- Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out?
- My lord, I do not know that I did cry.
- Yes, that thou didst. Didst thou see any thing?
- Nothing, my lord.
Brutus335 - 336
- Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudio!
- To Varrus.
- Fellow thou, awake!
- My lord?
- My lord?
- Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?
Both Claudio and Varrus340
- Did we, my lord?
- Ay. Saw you any thing?
- No, my lord, I saw nothing.
- Nor I, my lord.
Brutus344 - 346
- Go and commend me to my brother Cassius;
- Bid him set on his pow’rs betimes before,
- And we will follow.
Both Claudio and Varrus347
- It shall be done, my lord.