Act IV, Scene ii: Before Brutus' tent, in the camp near Sardis.
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[Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, Titinius, and Soldiers; Pindarusmeeting them; Lucius at some distance.]
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| | LUCILIUS: | |
| | Give the word, ho! and stand. | |
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| | BRUTUS: | |
| | What now, Lucilius! is Cassius near? | |
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| | LUCILIUS: | |
| | He is at hand; and Pindarus is come | |
| | To do you salutation from his master. | |
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[Pindarus gives a letter to Brutus.]
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| | BRUTUS: | |
| | 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. | |
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| | PINDARUS: | |
| | I do not doubt | |
| | But that my noble master will appear | |
| | Such as he is, full of regard and honour. | |
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| | BRUTUS: | |
| | He is not doubted.—A word, Lucilius: | |
| | How he received you, let me be resolved. | |
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| | LUCILIUS: | |
| | With courtesy and with respect enough; | |
| | But not with such familiar instances, | |
| | Nor with such free and friendly conference, | |
| | As he hath used of old. | |
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| | BRUTUS: | |
| | Thou hast described | |
| | 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; | |
| | But, when they should endure the bloody spur, | |
| | They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades | |
| | Sink in the trial. Comes his army on? | |
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| | LUCILIUS: | |
| | They meant his night in Sard is to be quarter'd: | |
| | The greater part, the Horse in general, | |
| | Are come with Cassius. | |
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| | BRUTUS: | |
| | Hark! he is arrived. | |
| | March gently on to meet him. | |
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[Enter Cassius and Soldiers.]
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| | BRUTUS: | |
| | Stand, ho! Speak the word along. | |
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| | CASSIUS: | |
| | Most noble brother, you have done me wrong. | |
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| | BRUTUS: | |
| | Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies? | |
| | And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother? | |
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| | CASSIUS: | |
| | Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs; | |
| | And when you do them— | |
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| | BRUTUS: | |
| | 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. | |
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| | CASSIUS: | |
| | Pindarus, | |
| | Bid our commanders lead their charges off | |
| | A little from this ground. | |
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| | BRUTUS: | |
| | Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man | |
| | Come to our tent till we have done our conference.— | |
| | Lucius and Titinius, guard our door. | |
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