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There is no Art in plain and friendly Truth,
Which like the Sun fhincs forth by its own Light.
Violent Minds fometimes make glorious fhew,
Like Gilding shine, equal to real Gold,
But in the ufage, how much difference!
Hark! he's arriv'd; march gently on to meet him.

SCENE II.

Enter CASSIUS, &c.

CASSIUS.

Embracing thus is but a thing of Form;

For 'tis not fit that both our Armies here
Should once fufpect the least Dispute between us.

BRUTUS.

The common Caufe indeed requires our Care;
And all our Difcontents fhould yield to that.

CASSIUS.

BRUTUS let us retire into my Tent,

Left here by chance fome unbecoming Word
Break out too loud.

BRUTUS.

Are we fo little Masters of ourselves?

How can we then be fit to govern Armies?

CAS

CASSIUS.

You think yourself above those common Frailties,

BRUTUS.

The Stoics are above unruly Passion.
But, fince you would retire, I am content
My Soldiers may remove beyond those Fields.'
LUCILIUS, march a little off this Ground:
Let your Men do the like, under pretence
Of our conferring about great Affairs;
Indeed our greateft; for a Home-difpute
Is of more confequence than foreign Dangers
CASSIUS.

TITINIUS, let my Forces move away
To yonder Plain, and leave us all alone,
'Tis neceffary we should be in private.

[Exeunt all, except BRUTUS and CASSIUS.

SCENE III.

CASSIUS.

You ask'd me fifty Talents for your Legions,

And in a Style as to your Treasurer,

As if I fhould prefer yours to my own;
Am I to be impos'd on thus by you ?

VOL. I.

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BRU

BRUTUS.

Sure CASSIUS little knows the force of Friendship 3
Writing fo freely, fhew'd my Truft and Kindness.
He that defires a Favour from a Friend,
Does him the greateft in defiring it.

CASSIUS.

Come, I must tell you, over-great Applause
Lifts you too high. Should I,who kill'd cv'n CÆSAR,
Only for his exceflive Power and Pride,

Should I at laft fubmit thus to another?
From a Superiour my Stars defend me!

BRUTUS.

From a Superiour? you little know me:
I scarce would be Superiour to my Slaves,
Except in Virtue; that is worthy Pride.

CASSIUS.

Then think not, Sir, of being above me.

BRUTUS.

I wish I were not, by thefe weak Sufpicions.
What, jealous of a Friend? it moves my Pity.

CASSIUS.

Pity? I fcorn it.

BRUTUS.

Scorn your Rage that moves it.

My

My Pity is not, ought not, to be flighted:
'Tis like the kind Compaffion of a Parent,
Full of Concern, and free from all Contempt,
Rather deferves your Thanks than your Reproach.
CASSIUS.

My Thanks for what? for domineering o'er me?

BRUTUS.

Yet Reason has some right to govern Paffion.

CASSIUS.

BRUTUS, you have an over-ruling way,
Which, under colour of a patient Calmness,
Expects Compliance with your gentle Temper.
But I fee through it.

BRUTUS.

See? your Paffion blinds you?

CASSIUS.

You have no Paffion, yet provoke another's.

BRUTUS.

Is it provoking to inform a Brother

Of Faults no other dares prefume to tell hint,
And yet most neceffary he should know?

Your Troops have done most dismal Outrages;
Forc'd harmless Wretches from their native Homes,
Slighted the Widows and the Orphans Tears,

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Gather'd their laft Remains with greedy Gripe;

That which poor Swains had labour'd for whole Years,

Is in one Moment plunder'd by your Soldiers.

This finks our Caufe, which rofe at first so glorious.
Shall we, who foar'd fo high in Reputation,

And open'd ev'ry Mouth in our just Praises,
Now on a fudden fall to dire Oppreffion?
Shall we at laft pull down with our own Hands
That lofty Fabrick of well-founded Honour.

CASSIUS.

Am I to answer for it?

BRUTUS.

With your Fame;

That stands expos'd to every juft Man's Cenfure.

CASSIUS.

Go on no more, I will no longer bear it.

BRUTUS.

By Heav'n you shall hear all; then do your worst.
Dare I not fay whatever you dare act?

Am I not equally concern'd with you

In this great War for Freedom of our Country?
Yet must not tell whatever hurts our Cause?

CAS

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