Act IV, Scene ii:
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.]