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Scene Study (Male-Male)

CAS.

That you have wrong’d me doth appear in this:

You have condemn’d and noted Lucius Pella

For taking bribes here of the Sardians;

Wherein my letters, praying on his side,

Because I knew the man, was slighted off.

BRU.

You wrong’d yourself to write in such a case.

CAS.

In such a time as this it is not meet

That every nice offense should bear his comment.

BRU.

Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself

Are much condemn’d to have an itching palm,

To sell and mart your offices for gold

To undeservers.

CAS.

I, an itching palm?

You know that you are Brutus that speaks this,

Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

BRU.

The name of Cassius honors this corruption,

And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

CAS.

Chastisement?

BRU.

Remember March, the ides of March remember:

Did not great Julius bleed for justice’ sake?

What villain touch’d his body, that did stab

And not for justice? What? shall one of us,

That struck the foremost man of all this world

But for supporting robbers, shall we now

Contaminate our fingers with base bribes?

And sell the mighty space of our large honors

For so much trash as may be grasped thus?

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,

Than such a Roman.

CAS.

Brutus, bait not me,

I’ll not endure it. You forget yourself

To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I,

Older in practice, abler than yourself

To make conditions.

BRU.

Go to; you are not, Cassius.

CAS.

I am.

BRU.

I say you are not.

CAS.

Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;

Have mind upon your health; tempt me no farther.

BRU.

Away, slight man!

CAS.

Is’t possible?

BRU.

Hear me, for I will speak.

Must I give way and room to your rash choler?

Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?

CAS.

O ye gods, ye gods, must I endure all this?

BRU.

All this? ay, more. Fret till your proud heart break;

Go show your slaves how choleric you are,

And make your bondmen tremble. Must I bouge?

Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch

Under your testy humor? By the gods,

You shall digest the venom of your spleen

Though it do split you; for, from this day forth,

I’ll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,

When you are waspish.

CAS.

Is it come to this?

BRU.

You say you are a better soldier:

Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,

And it shall please me well. For mine own part,

I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

CAS.

You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus:

I said an elder soldier, not a better.

Did I say “better”?

BRU.

If you did, I care not.

CAS.

When Caesar liv’d, he durst not thus have mov’d me.

BRU.

Peace, peace, you durst not so have tempted him.

CAS.

I durst not?

BRU.

No.

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.

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats;

For I am arm’d so strong in honesty

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;

For I can raise no money by vile means.

By heaven, I had rather coin my heart

And drop my blood for drachmaes than to wring

From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash

By any indirection. I did send

To you for gold to pay my legions,

Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius?

Should I have answer’d Caius Cassius so?

When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous

To lock such rascal counters from his friends,

Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,

Dash him to pieces!

CAS.

I denied you not.

BRU.

You did.

CAS.

I did not. He was but a fool that brought

My answer back. Brutus hath riv’d my heart.

A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities;

But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

BRU.

I do not, till you practice them on me.

CAS.

You love me not.

BRU.

I do not like your faults.

CAS.

A friendly eye could never see such faults.

BRU.

A flatterer’s would not, though they do appear

As huge as high Olympus.

CAS.

Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,

Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,

For Cassius is a-weary of the world;

Hated by one he loves, brav’d by his brother,

Check’d like a bondman, all his faults observ’d,

Set in a note-book, learn’d, and conn’d by rote,

To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep

My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,

And here my naked breast; within, a heart

Dearer than Pluto’s mine, richer than gold:

If that thou be’st a Roman, take it forth.

I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:

Strike as thou didst at Caesar; for I know,

When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better

Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.

BRU.

Sheathe your dagger.

Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;

Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor.

O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb

That carries anger as the flint bears fire,

Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,

And straight is cold again.

CAS.

Hath Cassius liv’d

To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,

When grief and blood ill-temper’d vexeth him?

BRU.

When I spoke that, I was ill-temper’d too.

CAS.

Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.

BRU.

And my heart too.

CAS.

O Brutus!

BRU.

What’s the matter?

CAS.

Have not you love enough to bear with me,

When that rash humor which my mother gave me

Makes me forgetful?

BRU.

Yes, Cassius, and from henceforth,

When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,

He’ll think your mother chides, and leave you so.

 

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