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