The Tragedy Of Julius Caesar

1 Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, Titinius and Soldiers; Pindarus meeting
2 them; Lucius at some distance.
3 BRUTUS.
4 Stand, ho!
5 LUCILIUS.
6 Give the word, ho! and stand.
7 BRUTUS.
8 What now, Lucilius! is Cassius near?
9 LUCILIUS.
10 He is at hand, and Pindarus is come
11 To do you salutation from his master.
12 [_Pindarus gives a letter to Brutus._]
13 BRUTUS.
14 He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus,
15 In his own change, or by ill officers,
16 Hath given me some worthy cause to wish
17 Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand,
18 I shall be satisfied.
19 PINDARUS.
20 I do not doubt
21 But that my noble master will appear
22 Such as he is, full of regard and honour.
23 BRUTUS.
24 He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius;
25 How he received you, let me be resolv’d.
26 LUCILIUS.
27 With courtesy and with respect enough,
28 But not with such familiar instances,
29 Nor with such free and friendly conference,
30 As he hath us’d of old.
31 BRUTUS.
32 Thou hast describ’d
33 A hot friend cooling. Ever note, Lucilius,
34 When love begins to sicken and decay
35 It useth an enforced ceremony.
36 There are no tricks in plain and simple faith;
37 But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
38 Make gallant show and promise of their mettle;
39 [_Low march within._]
40 But when they should endure the bloody spur,
41 They fall their crests, and like deceitful jades
42 Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?
43 LUCILIUS.
44 They meant this night in Sardis to be quarter’d;
45 The greater part, the horse in general,
46 Are come with Cassius.
47 Enter Cassius and Soldiers.
48 BRUTUS.
49 Hark! he is arriv’d.
50 March gently on to meet him.
51 CASSIUS.
52 Stand, ho!
53 BRUTUS.
54 Stand, ho! Speak the word along.
55 FIRST SOLDIER.
56 Stand!
57 SECOND SOLDIER.
58 Stand!
59 THIRD SOLDIER.
60 Stand!
61 CASSIUS.
62 Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.
63 BRUTUS.
64 Judge me, you gods; wrong I mine enemies?
65 And if not so, how should I wrong a brother?
66 CASSIUS.
67 Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs;
68 And when you do them—
69 BRUTUS.
70 Cassius, be content.
71 Speak your griefs softly, I do know you well.
72 Before the eyes of both our armies here,
73 Which should perceive nothing but love from us,
74 Let us not wrangle. Bid them move away;
75 Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
76 And I will give you audience.
77 CASSIUS.
78 Pindarus,
79 Bid our commanders lead their charges off
80 A little from this ground.
81 BRUTUS.
82 Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man
83 Come to our tent till we have done our conference.
84 Lucius and Titinius, guard our door.
85 [_Exeunt._]