ACT IV. SCENE I. A Field near Philippi, where CASSIUS and BRUTUS made the Rendezvous of their Armies. 'T Enter BRUTUS and Officers. BRUTUS. IS here that I and CASSIUS were to join : OFFICER. The rifing duft discovers their approach; Enter LUCILIUS. O, here's LUCILIUS, whom I fent to CASSIUS. CASSIUS, my lord, falutes the noble BRUTUS, BRUTUS. O LUCILIUS! CASSIUS is alter'd much, or ill ad vis'd; LUCILIUS. With forms, and compliments, and great respect, Out-doing enemies in ceremony; But no familiarity betwixt us; None of that free and friendly conference Which we have us'd of old: and when he nam❜d you, 'Twas always with fuch fet, affected praise, As if the commendation had no meaning, BRUTUS. I am afraid Thou judgest but too right: nothing is nobler But in the ufage, how much difference! SCENE II. Enter CASSIUS, &c. CASSIUS. Embracing thus is but a thing of form; For 'tis not fit that both our armies here BRUTUS. The common cause indeed requires our care; CASSIUS. BRUTUS, let us retire into my tent, Left here by chance some unbecoming word BRUTUS. Are we fo little masters of ourselves? You think yourself above those common frailties. The Stoicks are above unruly paffion. TITINIUS, let my forces move away [Exeunt all, except BRUTUS and CASSIUS. SCENE III. CASSIUS. You ask'd me fifty talents for your legions, BRUTUS. Sure, CASSIUS little knows the force of friendship; Writing fo freely, shew'd my trust and kindness. He that defires a favour from a friend, Does him the greatest in defiring it. CASSIUS. Come, I must tell you, over-great applause BRUTUS. From a fuperior! you little know me: Then think not, Sir, of being above me. I wish I were not, by these weak fufpicions. Pity! I fcorn it. CASSIUS. BRUTUS. Scorn your rage, that moves it. My pity is not, ought not, to be flighted: My thanks! for what? for domineering o'er me? BRUTUS. Yet reafon has some right to govern passion. Kk CASSIUS. BRUTUS, you have an over-ruling way, BRUTUS. See! your paffion blinds you. You have no paffion, yet provoke another's. BRUTUS. Is it provoking to inform a brother of faults no other dares prefume to tell him, CASSIUS. Am I to anfwer for it? BRUTUS. With your fame; That ftands expos'd to ev'ry juft man's cenfure. CASSIUS. Go on no more; I will no longer bear it. |