JULIUS CAESAR. William Shakespeare

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       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.]