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Julius Caesar: Act 4, Scene 3

Julius Caesar
Act 4, Scene 3

Inside Brutus’s tent.

  1. The scene continues inside Brutus’ tent while Lucilius and
  2. Titinius mount guard without.

Cassius

3 - 7
  1. That you have wrong’d me doth appear in this:
  2. You have condemn’d and noted Lucius Pella
  3. For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
  4. Wherein my letters, praying on his side,
  5. Because I knew the man, was slighted off.

Brutus

8
  1. You wrong’d yourself to write in such a case.

Cassius

9 - 10
  1. In such a time as this it is not meet
  2. That every nice offense should bear his comment.

Brutus

11 - 14
  1. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
  2. Are much condemn’d to have an itching palm,
  3. To sell and mart your offices for gold
  4. To undeservers.

Cassius

15 - 17
  1.                 I, an itching palm?
  2. You know that you are Brutus that speaks this,
  3. Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

Brutus

18 - 19
  1. The name of Cassius honors this corruption,
  2. And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

Cassius

20
  1. Chastisement?

Brutus

21 - 31
  1. Remember March, the ides of March remember:
  2. Did not great Julius bleed for justice’ sake?
  3. What villain touch’d his body, that did stab
  4. And not for justice? What? Shall one of us,
  5. That struck the foremost man of all this world
  6. But for supporting robbers, shall we now
  7. Contaminate our fingers with base bribes?
  8. And sell the mighty space of our large honors
  9. For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
  10. I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
  11. Than such a Roman.

Cassius

32 - 36
  1.                    Brutus, bait not me,
  2. I’ll not endure it. You forget yourself
  3. To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I,
  4. Older in practice, abler than yourself
  5. To make conditions.

Brutus

37
  1.                     Go to; you are not, Cassius.

Cassius

38
  1. I am.

Brutus

39
  1. I say you are not.

Cassius

40 - 41
  1. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;
  2. Have mind upon your health; tempt me no farther.

Brutus

42
  1. Away, slight man!

Cassius

43
  1. Is’t possible?

Brutus

44 - 46
  1.                Hear me, for I will speak.
  2. Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
  3. Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?

Cassius

47
  1. O ye gods, ye gods, must I endure all this?

Brutus

48 - 56
  1. All this? Ay, more. Fret till your proud heart break;
  2. Go show your slaves how choleric you are,
  3. And make your bondmen tremble. Must I bouge?
  4. Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
  5. Under your testy humor? By the gods,
  6. You shall digest the venom of your spleen
  7. Though it do split you; for, from this day forth,
  8. I’ll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
  9. When you are waspish.

Cassius

57
  1.                       Is it come to this?

Brutus

58 - 61
  1. You say you are a better soldier:
  2. Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
  3. And it shall please me well. For mine own part,
  4. I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

Cassius

62 - 64
  1. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus:
  2. I said an elder soldier, not a better.
  3. Did I say better”?

Brutus

65
  1.                     If you did, I care not.

Cassius

66
  1. When Caesar liv’d, he durst not thus have mov’d me.

Brutus

67
  1. Peace, peace, you durst not so have tempted him.

Cassius

68
  1. I durst not?

Brutus

69
  1. No.

Cassius

70
  1. What? Durst not tempt him?

Brutus

71
  1.                            For your life you durst not.

Cassius

72 - 73
  1. Do not presume too much upon my love,
  2. I may do that I shall be sorry for.

Brutus

74 - 91
  1. You have done that you should be sorry for.
  2. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats;
  3. For I am arm’d so strong in honesty
  4. That they pass by me as the idle wind,
  5. Which I respect not. I did send to you
  6. For certain sums of gold, which you denied me;
  7. For I can raise no money by vile means.
  8. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart
  9. And drop my blood for drachmaes than to wring
  10. From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
  11. By any indirection. I did send
  12. To you for gold to pay my legions,
  13. Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius?
  14. Should I have answer’d Caius Cassius so?
  15. When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous
  16. To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
  17. Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,
  18. Dash him to pieces!

Cassius

92
  1.                     I denied you not.

Brutus

93
  1. You did.

Cassius

94 - 97
  1. I did not. He was but a fool that brought
  2. My answer back. Brutus hath riv’d my heart.
  3. A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities;
  4. But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

Brutus

98
  1. I do not, till you practice them on me.

Cassius

99
  1. You love me not.

Brutus

100
  1.                  I do not like your faults.

Cassius

101
  1. A friendly eye could never see such faults.

Brutus

102 - 103
  1. A flatterer’s would not, though they do appear
  2. As huge as high Olympus.

Cassius

104 - 118
  1. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
  2. Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
  3. For Cassius is a-weary of the world;
  4. Hated by one he loves, brav’d by his brother,
  5. Check’d like a bondman, all his faults observ’d,
  6. Set in a note-book, learn’d, and conn’d by rote,
  7. To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
  8. My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
  9. And here my naked breast; within, a heart
  10. Dearer than Pluto’s mine, richer than gold:
  11. If that thou be’st a Roman, take it forth.
  12. I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:
  13. Strike as thou didst at Caesar; for I know,
  14. When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better
  15. Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.

Brutus

119 - 125
  1.                                 Sheathe your dagger.
  2. Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
  3. Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor.
  4. O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb
  5. That carries anger as the flint bears fire,
  6. Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
  7. And straight is cold again.

Cassius

126 - 128
  1.                             Hath Cassius liv’d
  2. To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
  3. When grief and blood ill-temper’d vexeth him?

Brutus

129
  1. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper’d too.

Cassius

130
  1. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.

Brutus

131
  1. And my heart too.

Cassius

132
  1.                   O Brutus!

Brutus

133
  1.           What’s the matter?

Cassius

134 - 136
  1. Have not you love enough to bear with me,
  2. When that rash humor which my mother gave me
  3. Makes me forgetful?

Brutus

137 - 139
  1.                     Yes, Cassius, and from henceforth,
  2. When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
  3. He’ll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
  1. Enter a Poet to Lucilius and Titinius as they stand on
  2. guard.

A Poet

142 - 144
  1. Let me go in to see the generals.
  2. There is some grudge between ’em; ’tis not meet
  3. They be alone.

Lucilius

145
  1. You shall not come to them.

A Poet

146
  1. Nothing but death shall stay me.
  1. Brutus and Cassius step out of the tent.

Cassius

148
  1. How now? What’s the matter?

A Poet

149 - 151
  1. For shame, you generals! What do you mean?
  2. Love, and be friends, as two such men should be,
  3. For I have seen more years, I’m sure, than ye.

Cassius

152
  1. Ha, ha! How vildly doth this cynic rhyme!

Brutus

153
  1. Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence!

Cassius

154
  1. Bear with him, Brutus, ’tis his fashion.

Brutus

155 - 157
  1. I’ll know his humor, when he knows his time.
  2. What should the wars do with these jigging fools?
  3. Companion, hence!

Cassius

158
  1.                   Away, away, be gone!
  1. Exit Poet.

Brutus

160 - 161
  1. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
  2. Prepare to lodge their companies tonight.

Cassius

162 - 163
  1. And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you
  2. Immediately to us.
  1. Exeunt Lucilius and Titinius.

Brutus

165 - 166
  1. To Lucius within.
  2.                    Lucius, a bowl of wine!
  1. Brutus and Cassius return into the tent.

Cassius

168
  1. I did not think you could have been so angry.

Brutus

169
  1. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.

Cassius

170 - 171
  1. Of your philosophy you make no use,
  2. If you give place to accidental evils.

Brutus

172
  1. No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.

Cassius

173
  1. Ha? Portia?

Brutus

174
  1. She is dead.

Cassius

175 - 177
  1. How scap’d I killing when I cross’d you so?
  2. O insupportable and touching loss!
  3. Upon what sickness?

Brutus

178 - 182
  1.                     Impatient of my absence,
  2. And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony
  3. Have made themselves so strongfor with her death
  4. That tidings came. With this she fell distract,
  5. And (her attendants absent) swallow’d fire.

Cassius

183
  1. And died so?

Brutus

184
  1.              Even so.

Cassius

185
  1.          O ye immortal gods!
  1. Enter Boy Lucius with wine and tapers.

Brutus

187 - 188
  1. Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine.
  2. In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.
  1. Drinks.

Cassius

190 - 192
  1. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.
  2. Fill, Lucius, till the wine o’erswell the cup;
  3. I cannot drink too much of Brutus’ love.
  1. Drinks.
  1. Exit Lucius.
  1. Enter Titinius and Messala.

Brutus

196 - 198
  1. Come in, Titinius. Welcome, good Messala.
  2. Now sit we close about this taper here,
  3. And call in question our necessities.

Cassius

199
  1. Portia, art thou gone?

Brutus

200 - 204
  1.                        No more, I pray you.
  2. Messala, I have here received letters
  3. That young Octavius and Mark Antony
  4. Come down upon us with a mighty power,
  5. Bending their expedition toward Philippi.

Messala

205
  1. Myself have letters of the self-same tenure.

Brutus

206
  1. With what addition?

Messala

207 - 209
  1. That by proscription and bills of outlawry
  2. Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus
  3. Have put to death an hundred senators.

Brutus

210 - 212
  1. Therein our letters do not well agree;
  2. Mine speak of seventy senators that died
  3. By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.

Cassius

213
  1. Cicero one?

Messala

214 - 216
  1.             Cicero is dead,
  2. And by that order of proscription.
  3. Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?

Brutus

217
  1. No, Messala.

Messala

218
  1. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?

Brutus

219
  1. Nothing, Messala.

Messala

220
  1.                   That, methinks, is strange.

Brutus

221
  1. Why ask you? Hear you aught of her in yours?

Messala

222
  1. No, my lord.

Brutus

223
  1. Now as you are a Roman tell me true.

Messala

224 - 225
  1. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell:
  2. For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.

Brutus

226 - 228
  1. Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala.
  2. With meditating that she must die once,
  3. I have the patience to endure it now.

Messala

229
  1. Even so great men great losses should endure.

Cassius

230 - 231
  1. I have as much of this in art as you,
  2. But yet my nature could not bear it so.

Brutus

232 - 233
  1. Well, to our work alive. What do you think
  2. Of marching to Philippi presently?

Cassius

234
  1. I do not think it good.

Brutus

235
  1.                         Your reason?

Cassius

236 - 240
  1.              This it is:
  2. ’Tis better that the enemy seek us;
  3. So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,
  4. Doing himself offense, whilst we, lying still,
  5. Are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness.

Brutus

241 - 250
  1. Good reasons must of force give place to better:
  2. The people ’twixt Philippi and this ground
  3. Do stand but in a forc’d affection,
  4. For they have grudg’d us contribution.
  5. The enemy, marching along by them,
  6. By them shall make a fuller number up,
  7. Come on refresh’d, new-added, and encourag’d;
  8. From which advantage shall we cut him off
  9. If at Philippi we do face him there,
  10. These people at our back.

Cassius

251
  1.                           Hear me, good brother.

Brutus

252 - 263
  1. Under your pardon. You must note beside
  2. That we have tried the utmost of our friends,
  3. Our legions are brimful, our cause is ripe:
  4. The enemy increaseth every day;
  5. We, at the height, are ready to decline.
  6. There is a tide in the affairs of men,
  7. Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
  8. Omitted, all the voyage of their life
  9. Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
  10. On such a full sea are we now afloat,
  11. And we must take the current when it serves,
  12. Or lose our ventures.

Cassius

264 - 265
  1.                       Then with your will go on;
  2. We’ll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi .

Brutus

266 - 269
  1. The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
  2. And nature must obey necessity,
  3. Which we will niggard with a little rest.
  4. There is no more to say?

Cassius

270 - 271
  1.                          No more. Good night.
  2. Early tomorrow will we rise, and hence.

Brutus

272 - 278
  1. Lucius!
  2. Enter Lucius.
  3.         My gown.
  4. Exit Lucius.
  5.          Farewell, good Messala.
  6. Good night, Titinius. Noble, noble Cassius,
  7. Good night, and good repose.

Cassius

279 - 282
  1.                              O my dear brother!
  2. This was an ill beginning of the night.
  3. Never come such division ’tween our souls!
  4. Let it not, Brutus.
  1. Enter Lucius with the gown.

Brutus

284
  1.                     Every thing is well.

Cassius

285
  1. Good night, my lord.

Brutus

286
  1.                      Good night, good brother.

Both Titinius and Messala

287
  1. Good night, Lord Brutus.

Brutus

288 - 290
  1.                          Farewell every one.
  2. Exeunt all but Brutus and Lucius.
  3. Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?

Lucius

291
  1. Here in the tent.

Brutus

292 - 295
  1.                   What, thou speak’st drowsily?
  2. Poor knave, I blame thee not, thou art o’erwatch’d.
  3. Call Claudio and some other of my men,
  4. I’ll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.

Lucius

296
  1. Varrus and Claudio!
  1. Enter Varrus and Claudio.

Varrus

298
  1. Calls my lord?

Brutus

299 - 301
  1. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep;
  2. It may be I shall raise you by and by
  3. On business to my brother Cassius.

Varrus

302
  1. So please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure.

Brutus

303 - 307
  1. I will not have it so. Lie down, good sirs,
  2. It may be I shall otherwise bethink me.
  3. Varrus and Claudio lie down.
  4. Look, Lucius, here’s the book I sought for so;
  5. I put it in the pocket of my gown.

Lucius

308
  1. I was sure your lordship did not give it me.

Brutus

309 - 311
  1. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.
  2. Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
  3. And touch thy instrument a strain or two?

Lucius

312
  1. Ay, my lord, an’t please you.

Brutus

313 - 314
  1.                               It does, my boy.
  2. I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.

Lucius

315
  1. It is my duty, sir.

Brutus

316 - 317
  1. I should not urge thy duty past thy might;
  2. I know young bloods look for a time of rest.

Lucius

318
  1. I have slept, my lord, already.

Brutus

319 - 338
  1. It was well done, and thou shalt sleep again;
  2. I will not hold thee long. If I do live,
  3. I will be good to thee.
  4. Music, and a song.
  5. This is a sleepy tune. O murd’rous slumber!
  6. Layest thou thy leaden mace upon my boy,
  7. That plays thee music? Gentle knave, good night;
  8. I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee.
  9. If thou dost nod, thou break’st thy instrument,
  10. I’ll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night.
  11. Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turn’d down
  12. Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.
  13. Enter the Ghost of Caesar.
  14. How ill this taper burns! Ha! Who comes here?
  15. I think it is the weakness of mine eyes
  16. That shapes this monstrous apparition.
  17. It comes upon me. Art thou any thing?
  18. Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
  19. That mak’st my blood cold, and my hair to stare?
  20. Speak to me what thou art.

Ghost of Caesar

339
  1. Thy evil spirit, Brutus.

Brutus

340
  1.                          Why com’st thou?

Ghost of Caesar

341
  1. To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.

Brutus

342
  1. Well; then I shall see thee again?

Ghost of Caesar

343
  1. Ay, at Philippi.

Brutus

344 - 349
  1. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then.
  2. Exit Ghost.
  3. Now I have taken heart thou vanishest.
  4. Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.
  5. Boy, Lucius! Varrus! Claudio! Sirs, awake!
  6. Claudio!

Lucius

350
  1. The strings, my lord, are false.

Brutus

351 - 352
  1. He thinks he still is at his instrument.
  2. Lucius, awake!

Lucius

353
  1. My lord?

Brutus

354
  1. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out?

Lucius

355
  1. My lord, I do not know that I did cry.

Brutus

356
  1. Yes, that thou didst. Didst thou see any thing?

Lucius

357
  1. Nothing, my lord.

Brutus

358 - 360
  1. Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudio!
  2. To Varrus.
  3. Fellow thou, awake!

Varrus

361
  1. My lord?

Claudio

362
  1. My lord?

Brutus

363
  1. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?

Both Claudio and Varrus

364
  1. Did we, my lord?

Brutus

365
  1.                  Ay. Saw you any thing?

Varrus

366
  1. No, my lord, I saw nothing.

Claudio

367
  1.                             Nor I, my lord.

Brutus

368 - 370
  1. Go and commend me to my brother Cassius;
  2. Bid him set on his pow’rs betimes before,
  3. And we will follow.

Both Claudio and Varrus

371
  1.                     It shall be done, my lord.
  1. Exeunt.
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