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The Tragedie of Julius Caesar Page: 41
Let it appeare so; make your vaunting true,
And it shall please me well. For mine owne part,
I shall be glad to learne of Noble men
Cass. You wrong me euery way:
You wrong me Brutus:
I saide, an Elder Souldier, not a Better.
Did I say Better?
Bru. If you did, I care not
Cass. When Caesar liu'd, he durst not thus haue mou'd me
Brut. Peace, peace, you durst not so haue tempted him
Cassi. I durst not
Bru. No
Cassi. What? durst not tempt him?
Bru. For your life you durst not
Cassi. Do not presume too much vpon my Loue,
I may do that I shall be sorry for
Bru. You haue 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 passe by me, as the idle winde,
Which I respect not. I did send to you
For certaine summes of Gold, which you deny'd me,
For I can raise no money by vile meanes:
By Heauen, I had rather Coine my Heart,
And drop my blood for Drachmaes, then to wring
From the hard hands of Peazants, their vile trash
By any indirection. I did send
To you for Gold to pay my Legions,
Which you deny'd me: was that done like Cassius?
Should I haue answer'd Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus growes so Couetous,
To locke such Rascall Counters from his Friends,
Be ready Gods with all your Thunder-bolts,
Dash him to peeces
Cassi. I deny'd you not
Bru. You did
Cassi. I did not. He was but a Foole
That brought my answer back. Brutus hath riu'd my hart:
A Friend should beare his Friends infirmities;
But Brutus makes mine greater then they are
Bru. I do not, till you practice them on me
Cassi. You loue me not
Bru. I do not like your faults
Cassi. A friendly eye could neuer see such faults
Bru. A Flatterers would not, though they do appeare
As huge as high Olympus
Cassi. Come Antony, and yong Octauius come,
Reuenge your selues alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is a-weary of the World:
Hated by one he loues, brau'd by his Brother,
Check'd like a bondman, all his faults obseru'd,
Set in a Note-booke, learn'd, and con'd by roate
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