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BRU. You say, you are a better soldier:
CAS. You wrong me every way,-you wrong me, Brutus :
I said an elder soldier, not a better.
Did I say better?
BRU. If you did, I care not.
CAS. When Cæsar lived, he durst not thus have moved
BRU. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted him.
CAS. I durst not?
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 arm'd so strong in honesty,
That they pass by me as the idle wind
For certain sums of gold, which you denied me ;
To you for gold to pay my legions,
Was that done like Cassius?
Should I have answered Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
Be ready, gods! with all
Dash him to pieces.
CAS. I denied you not.
That brought my answer back. Brutus hath rived my
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities ;
BRU. I do not like your
CAS. A friendly eye could never see such faults. BRU. A flatterer's would not, tho' they did appear As huge as high Olympus.
CAS. Come, Antony! and young Octavius, come ! Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius !
For Cassius is a-weary of the world;
Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;
When thou didst hate him worst, thou loved'st him
Than ever thou loved'st Cassius.
BRU. Sheathe your dagger.
angry when you
will, it shall have
Do what you will, dishonor shall be humour.
O Cassius! you are yoked with a lamb
CAS. Has Cassius lived
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief and blood ill-temper'd vexeth him?
BRU. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.
CAS. O Brutus !
BRU. What's the matter?
CAS, Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour which my mother gave me Makes me forgetful?
BRU. Yes, Cassius: and from henceforth,
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
KING HENRY IV., NORTHUMBERLAND AND HOTSPUR.
K. HENRY. My blood hath been too cold and temperate,
Unapt to stir at these indignities;
And you have found me for accordingly,
Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down,
Which the proud soul ne'er pays, but to the proud.
Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded,
HOT. My liege I did deny no prisoners,
Show'd like a stubble land at harvest home.
And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
He gave his nose; and still he smiled, and talk'd;
He question'd me: amongst the rest demanded
I, then, all smarting with my wounds, being cold,
Out of my grief and my impatience,
Answer'd, neglectingly, I know not what ;
He should or should not; for he made me mad,
To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet,
And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman,
guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the mark !)
And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth
Was spermaceti for an inward bruise;
And that it was great pity, so it was,
Betwixt my love and your high majesty.
NORTH. The circumstance consider'd, good my lord,
Whatever Harry Percy then had said
To such a person, and in such a place,
May reasonably die; and never rise
To do him wrong, or any way impeach
K. HENRY. Why yet he doth deny his prisoners;
That we, at our own charge, shall ransom straight
Hor. Revolted Mortimer!
He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,
He did confound the best part of an hour
In changing hardiment with great Glendower ;
Three times they breathed, and three times did they drink
Who then affrighted with their bloody looks
Color her working with such deadly wounds;
Then let him not be slander'd with revolt.