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And, pretty child, sleep doubtless, and secure
That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,
Will not offend thee.

Arth

O, Heaven!

I thank you, Habert.

Shakspeare.

Hub. Silence: no more. Go closely in with me: Much danger do I undergo for thee.

CCCXXXII.

QUARREL OF BRUTUS AND CASSIUS.

CASSIU

ASSIUS. 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.

Brutus. You wronged yourself to write in such a case.
Cas. At such a time as this, it is not meet
That every nice offence should bear its comment.
Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemned to have an itching palm;
To sell and mart your offices for gold,

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You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last!

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

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Bru. 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 sefi the mighty space of our large honors
For so much trash as may be grasped thus?

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Bru. I say you are not.

Cas. Urge me no more: I shall forget myself.

Have mind upon your health; tempt me no farther
Bru. Away, slight man!

Cas. Is't possible?

Bru.

Hear me, for I will speak.

Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?

Cas O ye gods! ye gods! Must I endure all this?

Bru. All this? ay, more! Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are,

And make your bondmen tremble! Must I budge?
Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humor? By the gods,
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you; for, from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea for my laughter,
When you are waspish!

Cas.

Bru.

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.

Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus I said, an elder soldier, not a better.

Did I say, better?

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Cas. When Cæsar lived, he durst not thus have moved me. Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted him! Cas. I durst not?

Bru. NO.

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Cas. What? durst not tempt him?

Bru.

For your life, you durst not! Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love;

may do that I shall be sorry for.

Bru. 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 certain sums of gold, which you
For I can raise no money by vile means:
By Heaven, I had rather coin my heart,

denied me;

And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
By any indirection! 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!

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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.
Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me.

Cas.

Bru.

You love me not.

I do not like your faults. Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.

Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear

As huge as high Olympus.

Cas. 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 note book, 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 Plutus' mine, - richer than gold;

If that thou beʼst a Roman, take it forth;

I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart :

Strike as thou didst at Cæsar; for, I know,

When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better
Than ever thou lovedst Cassius!

Bru.

Sheathe your dagger ;
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor.
O Cassius, you are yokéd with a lamb
That carries anger, as the flint bears fire;
Who, much enforcéd, shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.

Hath Cassius lived

Cas.
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,

When grief, and blood ill-tempered, vexeth him?
Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered, too.

Cas. Do you

confess so much?

Bru. And my heart too.

Cas.

Bru.

Give me your hand.

O, Brutus !

What's the matter?

Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me,

When that rash numor,

which my mother gave me,

Makes me forgetful?

Bru.

Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth,

When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,

He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.

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Shakspeare.

OG. Are you good men and true?

DOG.

Ver. Yea, or else it were a pity but they should suffer salvation, body and soul.

Dog. Nay, that were a punishment too good for them, if they should have any allegiance in them, being chosen for the prince's watch.

Ver. Well, give them their charge, neighbor Dogberry.

Dog. First, who think you the most desartless man to be constable?

1 Watch. Hugh Oatcake, sir, or George Seacoal; for they can write and read.

Dog. Come hither, neighbor Seacoal. God hath blessed you with a good name: to be a well-favored man is the gift of fortune, but to write and read comes by nature.

2 Watch. Both which, master constable,

Dog. You have; I knew it would be your answer.

Well

for your favor, sir, why, give God thanks, and make no boast of it; and for your writing and reading, let that appear when there is no need of such vanity. You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch; therefore, bear you the lantern. This is your charge; you shall comprehend all vagrom men; you are to bid any man stand, in the prince's name.

2 Watch. How, if he will not stand?

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Dog. Why, then, take no note of him, but let him go; and presently call the rest of the watch together, and thank God you are rid of a knave.

Ver. If he will not stand when he is bidden, he is none of the prince's subjects.

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Dog. True, and they are to meddle with none but the prince's subjects. You shall also make no noise in the streets : for, for the watch to babble and talk, is most tolerable, and not to be endured.

2 Watch. We will rather sleep than talk: we know what belongs to a watch.

Dog. Why, you speak like an ancient and most quiet watchman; for I cannot see how sleeping should offend: only, have a care that your bills be not stolen. Well, you are to call at all the ale-houses, and bid those that are drunk get them to bed. 2 Watch. How, if they will not?

Dog. Why, then, let them alone till they are sober; if they make you not then the better answer, you may say, they are not the men you took them for.

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