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,
I shall be glad to learn of abler men.

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 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 life, you durst not. Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love; I 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 denied me-
For I can raise no money by vile means:
By Heaven, I had rather coin my heart,

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!

Cas.

Bru. You did.

Cas.

I denied you not.

I did not he was but a fool,

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 practice them on me.
Cas. You love me not.

Bru.

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 a-weary 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. Oh, 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 be'st 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 yoked with a lamb That carries anger, as the flint bears fire; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again!

Cas. Hath Cassius lived 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,

(ACT I, SCENE II. HAMLET alone in a room of the castle. Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO.)

Ham.

I am glad to see you:

Horatio, or I do forget myself.

Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant

ever.

Stn. Siz, my good friend, I'll change that name with you.

And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?— MATERIA

My good lord

I am glad to see you. [To BER.]

5 SAO THÁI tan tam Wittenberg? & Tear Esposition, red, my lord. Livler enemy say so; NOT ar that vicience.

The king, my father!

Hor. My lord, the king, your father.
Ham.
Hor. Season your admiration for a while
With an attent ear, till I may deliver,
Upon the witness of these gentlemen,

This marvel to you.

Ham.

For God's love, let me hear.

Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,

In the dead vast and middle of the night,

Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father, Armed at point, exactly cap-à-pie,

Appears before them, and with solemn march Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walked By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes,

Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, bechilled
Almost to jelly with the act of fear,

Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me
In dreadful secrecy impart they did;

And I with them the third night kept the watch:
Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time,

Form of the thing, each word made true and good,
The apparition comes: I knew your father;
These hands are not more like.

Ham.

But where was this?

Mar. My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.

Ham. Did you speak to it?

But answer made it none: yet once methought
It lifted up its head and did address

Itself to motion, like as it would speak;

But even then the morning cock crew loud ;