READ STUDY GUIDE: Act IV, scenes i–ii |
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Act IV, Scene ii:
Before Brutus' tent, in the camp near Sardis.
Before Brutus' tent, in the camp near Sardis.
| [Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, Titinius, and Soldiers; Pindarusmeeting them; Lucius at some distance.] |
| BRUTUS: |
| Stand, ho! |
| LUCILIUS: |
| Give the word, ho! and stand. |
| BRUTUS: |
| What now, Lucilius! is Cassius near? |
| LUCILIUS: |
| He is at hand; and Pindarus is come |
| To do you salutation from his master. |
| [Pindarus gives a letter to Brutus.] |
| 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. |
| PINDARUS: |
| I do not doubt |
| But that my noble master will appear |
| Such as he is, full of regard and honour. |
| BRUTUS: |
| He is not doubted.—A word, Lucilius: |
| How he received you, let me be resolved. |
| 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. |
| 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? |
| LUCILIUS: |
| They meant his night in Sard is to be quarter'd: |
| The greater part, the Horse in general, |
| Are come with Cassius. |
| [March within.] |
| BRUTUS: |
| Hark! he is arrived. |
| March gently on to meet him. |
| [Enter Cassius and Soldiers.] |
| CASSIUS: |
| Stand, ho! |
| BRUTUS: |
| Stand, ho! Speak the word along. |
| FIRST SOLDIER: |
| Stand! |
| SECOND SOLDIER: |
| Stand! |
| THIRD SOLDIER: |
| Stand! |
| CASSIUS: |
| Most noble brother, you have done me wrong. |
| BRUTUS: |
| Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies? |
| And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother? |
| CASSIUS: |
| Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs; |
| And when you do them— |
| 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. |
| CASSIUS: |
| Pindarus, |
| Bid our commanders lead their charges off |
| A little from this ground. |
| 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. |
| [Exeunt.] |
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