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And call it cunning: do, an if you will:
If heaven be pleased that you should use me ill,
I have sworn to do it?
Arth. Ah, none, but in this iron age would do it;
Re-enter Attendants, with cord, irons, &c.
Arth. O, save me, Hubert, save me! My eyes are out, Even with the fierce looks of the bloody men.
Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here.
I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word,
Hub. Go stand within; let me alone with him;
Arth. Alas! I then have chid away my He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart:--
Let him come back, that his compassion may
Give life to yours.
Hub. None, but to lose your eyes.
Arth. O heaven! that there were but a moat in yours,
Then, feeling what small things are boisterous there,
Come, boy, prepare yourself.
Hub. Is this your promise? Go to, hold your tongue. Arth. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes; Let me not hold my tongue; let me not, Hubert! Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue, So I may keep mine eyes; O, spare mine eyes; Though to no use, but still to look on you! Lo, by my troth, the instrument is cold, And would not harm me.
I can heat it, boy.
Arth. No, in good sooth, the fire is dead with griefBeing create for comfort-to be used
In undeserved extremes: See else yourself:
Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy.
That mercy, which fierce fire, and iron, extends,
* Set him on.
Hub. Well, see to live; I will not touch thine
Arth. O, now you look like Hubert! all this while
Peace: no more: Adieu!Your uncle must not know but you are dead: I'll fill these dogged spies will false reports. And, pretty child, sleep doubtless, and secure That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world, Will not offend thee.
Arth. O heaven! I thank you, Hubert. Hub. Silence: no more. Go closely in with me: Much danger do I undergo for thee.
THE TENT SCENE BETWEEN BRUTUS AND CASSIUS.
You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella,
Brutus, You wronged yourself to write in such a case.
Cas. I an itching palm?
You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
Bru. The name of Cassius honors this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide its head.
Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember!
Cas. Brutus, bay not me:
I'll not endure it. You forget yourself,
Bru. Go to! you're not Cassius.
Bru. I say you are not.
Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;
Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Cas. O ye gods! ye gods! must I endure all this!
Go, show your slaves how choleric you are,
I'll use you for my mirth; yea, for my laughter,
Cas. Is it come to this?
Bru. You say you are a better soldier ;
I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me,
I said an elder soldier, not a better.
Bru. If you did, I care not.
Cas. When Cæsar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.
Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted him.
Cas. I durst not!
Cas. What? durst not tempt him?
Bru. For your life you durst not.
Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love.
I may do that I shall be sorry for.
Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for.
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 :-
And drop my blood for drachms, than to wring
To you for gold to pay my legions;