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Brutus. If thou deny me this, thou giv'st me nothing.
on thee, my Titus :
Titus. Scourged like a bondman! Ha! a beaten slave!
resolve all the extremity
compassion was dissembled ? How can I think that you did ever love me?
Brutus. Think that I love thee, by my present passion, By these unmanly tears, these earthquakes here; These sighs, that twitch the very strings of life; Think that no other cause on earth could move me To tremble thus, to sob, or shed a tear, Nor shake my solid virtue from her point, But Titus' death. O, do not call it shameful That thus shall fix the glory of the world. I own thy suffering ought to unman me thus, To make me throw my body on the ground, To bellow like a beast, to gnaw the earth, To tear my hair, to curse the cruel fates That force a father thus to kill his child!
Titus. O, rise, thou violated majesty!
your threatened vengeance.
For want of spirits, grovelling in the dust,
CATO'S SOLILOQUY ON IMMORTALITY. — Addison. Born, 1672; died, 1719.
It must be so. — Plato, thou reasonest well!
Eternity ! - thou pleasing, dreadful thought !
Thus am I doubly armed. My death and life,
23. QUARREL OF BRUTCS AND CASSICS. — Shakspeare.
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.
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. * The dagger.
| Plato's Treatise.
Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Cas. I an itching palm ?
last ! Bru. The name of Cassius honors this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remember
Cas. Brutus, bay not me!
Bru. Go to! you are not, Cassius.
Cas. Urge me no more : I shall forget myself:
Bru. Away, slight man !
Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
Cas. 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 ? 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. Is it come to this?
Bru. You say you are a better soldier :
Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Brutus ;
better? Bru. If you did, I care not! 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. Cas. What? durst not tempt him ? Bru. For your
durst not! Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love; I may do that I shall be
for. Bru. You have done that
for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your
Was that done like Cassius?
Cas. I denied you not.
Cas. I did not: - he was but a fool
Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me.
Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come! Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is aweary of the world :
when you will, it shall have scope;
Cas. Hath Cassius lived
Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered, too.
Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me,
Bru. Yes, Cassius; and from henceforth,
24. REGRETS OF DRUNKENNESS. - Shakspeare.
Cassio. Reputation ! reputation ! reputation! O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself; and what remains is bestial. My reputation, Iago, my reputation !
Iago. As I am an honest man, I thought you had received some bodily wound : there is more offence in that than in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false imposition ; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving. What, man! There are ways to recover the General again. Sue to him, and he is yours.