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Julius Caesar Scenes

Scene 2

A camp near Sardis. Before Brutus’s tent.

(Brutus; Lucilius; Lucius; Titinius; Pindarus; Cassius; First Soldier; Second Soldier; Third Soldier)

Cassius and Brutus meet. Neither of them is pleased with the other, but Brutus insists they not let his be seen publicly. (57 lines)

Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, Lucius, and the army. Titinius and Pindarus meet them.


Stand ho!


Give the word ho! And stand.


What now, Lucilius, is Cassius near?


He is at hand, and Pindarus is come

To do you salutation from his master.


He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus,

In his own change, or by ill officers,

Hath given me some worthy cause to wish

Things done undone; but if he be at hand

I shall be satisfied.


I do not doubt

But that my noble master will appear

Such as he is, full of regard and honor.


He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius,

How he receiv’d you; let me be resolv’d.


With courtesy and with respect enough,

But not with such familiar instances,

Nor with such free and friendly conference,

As he hath us’d of old.


Thou hast describ’d

A hot friend cooling. Ever note, Lucilius,

When love begins to sicken and decay

It useth an enforced ceremony.

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith;

But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,

Make gallant show and promise of their mettle;

Low march within.

But when they should endure the bloody spur,

They fall their crests, and like deceitful jades

Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?


They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter’d.

The greater part, the horse in general,

Are come with Cassius.

Enter Cassius and his powers.


Hark, he is arriv’d.

March gently on to meet him.


Stand ho!


Stand ho! Speak the word along.

1. SOL.


2. SOL.


3. SOL.



Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.


Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies?

And if not so, how should I wrong a brother?


Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs,

And when you do them—


Cassius, be content,

Speak your griefs softly; I do know you well.

Before the eyes of both our armies here

(Which should perceive nothing but love from us)

Let us not wrangle. Bid them move away;

Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,

And I will give you audience.



Bid our commanders lead their charges off

A little from this ground.


Lucius, do you the like, and let no man

Come to our tent till we have done our conference.

Let Lucilius and Titinius guard our door.

Exeunt. Manent Brutus and Cassius, who withdraw into Brutus’ tent, while Lucilius and Titinius mount guard without.


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