Acting 3 Caesar Scene

Cassius: That you have wronged me doth appear in this: You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella for taking bribes here of the Sardians, wherein my letters, praying on his side because I knew the man were slighted off.

Cassius: That you have wronged me doth appear in this: You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella for taking bribes here of the Sardians, wherein my letters, praying on his side because I knew the man were slighted off.

You wronged yourself to write in such a case

Cassius: In such a time as this it is not meet that every nice offense should bear his comment

Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself are much condemned to have an itching palm, to sell and mart your offices for gold to undeservers

Cassius: I an itching palm? You know that you are Brutus that speaks this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

The name of Cassius honors this corruption, and chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

Cassius: Chastisement?

Remember March; the ides of March remember. Did not great Julius bleed for justice’ sake? What villain touched 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 for 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.

Cassius: Brutus, bay 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.

Go to! You are not, Cassius.

Cassius: I am.

I say you are not.

Cassius: Urge me no more. I shall forget myself. Have mind upon your health. Tempt me no farther.

Away, slight man!

Cassius: Is’t possible?

Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?

Cassius: Is it come to this?

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.

Cassius: You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Brutus. I said an elder soldier, not a better. Did I say “better”?

If you did, I care not

Cassius: When Caesar lived he durst not thus have moved me.

Peace, peace! You durst not so have tempted him.

Cassius: I durst not?

No.

Cassius: What? Durst not tempt him?

For your life you durst not.

Cassius: Do not presume too much upon my love. I may do that I shall be sorry for.

You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am armed so strong in honesty that they pass by me as the idle wind, which I respect not. I did send to you for gold to pay my legions, which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius? Should I have answered 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!

Cassius: I denied you not.

You did

Cassius. I did not. He was but a fool that brought my answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart. A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities, but Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

I do not, till you practice them on me.

Cassius: You love me not.

I do not like your faults.

Cassius: A friendly eye could never see such faults.

A flatterer’s would not, though they do appear as huge as high Olympus.

Cassius: Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come! Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, for Cassius is aweary of the world—Hated by one he loves, braved by his brother, checked like a bondman, all his faults observed, set in a notebook, learned and conned 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.

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.

Cassius: Hath Cassius lived to be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus when grief and blood ill-tempered vexeth him?

When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered too.

Cassius: Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.

And my heart too.

Cassius: O Brutus!

What’s the matter?

Cassius: Have not you love enough to bear with me when the rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful?

Yes, Cassius and from henceforth when you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He’ll think your mother chides, and leave you so.

Cassius: I did not think you could have been so angry.

O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs

Cassius: Of your philosophy you make no use, If you give place to accidental evils.

No man bears sorrow better.