Cas. Hath Cassius liv'd112
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief and blood ill-temper'd vexeth him?
Bru. When I spoke that I was ill-temper'd too.
Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.116
Bru. And my heart too.
Cas. O Brutus!
Bru. What's the matter?
Cas. Have not you love enough to bear with me,
When that rash humour which my mother gave me
Makes me forgetful?
Bru. Yes, Cassius; and from henceforth
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,121
He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
Poet. [Within.] Let me go in to see the generals;
There is some grudge between 'em, 'tis not meet
They be alone.125
Lucil. [Within.] You shall not come to them.
Poet. [Within.] Nothing but death shall stay me.
Enter a Poet [followed by Lucilius, Titinius, and Lucius].
Cas. How now! What's the matter?128
Poet. For shame, you generals! What do you mean?
Love, and be friends, as two such men should be;
For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye.
Cas. Ha, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rime!
Bru. Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence!133
Cas. Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion.
114 blood ill-temper'd: disordered condition
132 cynic: so called because Diogenes affected rudeness
