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Bru. Remeniber March, the ides of March re
Cas. Brutus, bay not me,
Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself Have mind upon your health--tempt me no farther.
Bru. Away, slight nian!
Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
Cas. O ged! ye gods! must I endure all this?
heart break; Go tell
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 humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Thu' 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; Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
And it shall please me well. For mine own part,
me Brutus ;
Bru. If you did, I care not.
mov'd nie. Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted
darst not. Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love; I may do what I shall be
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, Which I respect not. I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you deny'd me; For I can raise no money hy vile means. By heav'n, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wringl From the hard hand 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?
Cas. I deny'd you not.
Cas. I did not he was but a fool
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities,
I could weep
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
Bru. I do not. Still you practise them on me.
faults. Cas. A friendly eye
could never see such faults. Bru. A flatt'rer'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 a-weary of the world; Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother; Check'd by a bondman; all his faults observ'd, Set in a note-book , learn'd and conn'd by rote, To cast into my teeth. O, 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 need'st a Roinan's, take it forth. I, that deny'd thee gold, will give my heart : Strike thou didst at Cæsar; for I know, When thou didst bate him worst, thou lov'dst him
better Than ever thou lov'd'st Cassius.
Bru. Sheathe your dagger ; Be angry when you
will, it shall have scope; Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. O Cassius; you are yoked with a lamb, That carries anger as the flint bears fire , Which, much enforced , shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Cas. Hath Cassius liv'd 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. Do you confess so much? Give me your
hand. Bru. And
heart 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 , He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
CHA P. X X V I I.
Othello and Iago. Iago. M, noble lord, Oth. What dost thou say Iago ? lago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my
lady, Know of your love? Oth. He did , from first to last: why dost thou
ask? Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought, No farther harm.
Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago ? lago. I did not think he'd been acquainted with
it. Oth. Oh,
, yes, and went between us very oft. lago. Indeed! Oth, Indeed! ay, indeed. Discern'șt thou aught
in that? Is he not honest.
Iago. Honest, my lord ?
echoʻst me, As if there were some monster in thy thought', Too hideous to be shewn. Thou dost mean some
thing: I heard thee
« thou lik'st not say
that, When Cassio left my wife. What didst not like?
And when I told thee, he was of my counsel,
cc Indeed! »
Iago. My lord, you know I love you.
Oth. I think thou dost : And for I know, thou art full of love and honesty, And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them
Iago. For Michael Cassio,
Oth. I think so too.
Iago. Men, should be what they seem : Or those that be not, would they might seem
knaves. Oth. Certain! men should be what they seem. Iago. Why, then I think Cassio's an honest man.
Och. Nay, yet there's more in this I pray thee speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate : and give thy worst of
thoughts The worst of words.
Iago. Good my lord, pardon me, Though I am bound to every act of duty , I am not bound to that all slaves are free to ; Utter my thoughts! Why, say, they're vile and As where's that palace, whereinto foul things Sometiines intrude not: Who has a breast so pure, But some uncleanly apprehensions Keps leets and law-days, and in sessions sit With meditations lawlul?
Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, lago.