To sell and mart your offices for gold To undeservers. Cas. I an itching palm! You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Cas. Chastisement! Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remember! Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? What! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world Cas. Brutus, bay not me: I'll not endure it. You forget yourself, Older in practice, abler than yourself Bru. Go to! you are not, Cassius. Bru. I say you are not, Cas. Urge me no more; I shall forget myself: Have mind upon your health; tempt me no farther. Bru. Away, slight man! Cas. Is't possible? Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? Cas. Must I endure all this? Bru. All this! ay, more. Fret till your proud heart Go, show And make break: your slaves how choleric you are, your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods! 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 noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way-you wrong me, Brutus : I said an elder soldier, not a 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? Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love, I do that I shall be sorry for, may Bru. You have done that you should be sorry 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 denied me; By heavens! I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, To you for gold to pay my legions, for. 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, Cas. I denied you not. Bru. You did. Cas. I did not: he was a fool That brought my answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart; A friend should bear a friend's infirmities; But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Bru. I do not like your faults. Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults. Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they did appear As huge as high Olympus. Cas. Come Antony! and young Octavius, come: Revenge yourself alone on Cassius, For Cassius is a-weary of the world Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother; When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Bru. Sheathe your dagger, Be angry when you will, it shall have scope: That carries anger as the flint bears fire, And straight is cold again. Cas. Hath Cassius lived To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, Cas. O Brutus! Bru. What's the matter? Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour which Makes me forgetful? my mother gave me Bru. Yes, Cassius: and, from henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so. THE YOUNG HUSBAND'S COMPLAINT. Oн, how I wish that crochet work My home is not the same home now; Whose love would once endear. I get home weary, business-worn, On sofa or on easy-chair, I never dare recline me, Like fish in net, I fast am set, And meshes strong confine me. And hark! "That Gorgon head of thine- Why, I shall faint, 'twould try a saint My wardrobe has no warder now, But, oh! my bedroom, what a scene The toilet things like insects' wings, All this might suit some gentle youths, But I, a toiling scribbler, need My "mortal coil" will stain and soil, Thus day by day with galling links My pattern wife has used me up, I've neither hope nor pride; Her needles crook'd have drawn and hook'd Dead stitches in my side. (Contributed.) |