ACT IV. SCENE II.
Camp near Sardis. Before Brutus' tent. Drum.
Enter Brutus, Lucilius, Lucius, and Soldiers; Titinius and Pindarus meet them.
| BRUTUS. | Stand, ho!
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| LUCILIUS. | Give the word, ho, and stand.
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| BRUTUS. | What now, Lucilius, is Cassius near?
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| LUCILIUS. | He is at hand, and Pindarus is come
To do you salutation from his master.
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| 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.
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| PINDARUS. | I do not doubt
But that my noble master will appear
Such as he is, full of regard and honor.
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| BRUTUS. | He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius,
How he received you. Let me be resolved.
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| LUCILIUS. | write_ads(1,1)> 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.
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| 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?
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| LUCILIUS. | They meant his night in Sard is to be quarter'd;
The greater part, the horse in general,
Are come with Cassius
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Low march within.
| BRUTUS. | Hark, he is arrived.
March gently on to meet him.
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Enter Cassius and his Powers.
| CASSIUS. | Stand, ho!
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| BRUTUS. | Stand, ho! Speak the word along.
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| FIRST SOLDIER. | Stand!
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| SECOND SOLDIER. | Stand!
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| THIRD SOLDIER. | Stand!
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| CASSIUS. | Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.
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| BRUTUS. | Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies?
And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?
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| CASSIUS. | Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs,
And when you do them-
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| 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.
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| CASSIUS. | Pindarus,
Bid our commanders lead their charges off
A little from this ground.
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| BRUTUS. | Lucilius, do you the like, and let no man
Come to our tent till we have done our conference.
Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door
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Exeunt.
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