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| SCENE II. Camp near Sardis. Before BRUTUS's tent. |
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Drum. Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and Soldiers; TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them
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| BRUTUS |
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Stand, ho!
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| LUCILIUS |
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Give the word, ho! and stand.
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| BRUTUS |
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What now, Lucilius! is Cassius near?
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| LUCILIUS |
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He is at hand; and Pindarus is come
5 To do you salutation from his master.
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| BRUTUS |
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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,
10 I shall be satisfied.
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| PINDARUS |
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I do not doubt
But that my noble master will appear
Such as he is, full of regard and honour.
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| BRUTUS |
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He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius;
15 How he received you, let me be resolved.
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| LUCILIUS |
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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 |
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20 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;
25 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 |
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30 They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd;
The greater part, the horse in general,
Are come with Cassius.
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| BRUTUS |
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Hark! he is arrived.
Low march within
March gently on to meet him.
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Enter CASSIUS and his powers
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| CASSIUS |
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35 Stand, ho!
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| BRUTUS |
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Stand, ho! Speak the word along.
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| First Soldier |
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Stand!
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| Second Soldier |
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Stand!
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| Third Soldier |
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Stand!
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| CASSIUS |
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40 Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.
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| BRUTUS |
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Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies?
And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?
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| CASSIUS |
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Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs;
And when you do them--
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| BRUTUS |
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45 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;
50 Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
And I will give you audience.
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| CASSIUS |
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Pindarus,
Bid our commanders lead their charges off
A little from this ground.
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| BRUTUS |
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55 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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