Wherein my letters, praying on his side,
Because I knew the man, were slighted off.
Bru. You wrong’d yourself to write in such a case.
Cas. In such a time as this it is not meet
That every nice offence should bear his comment.
Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemn’d to have an itching palm; 10
To sell and mart your offices for gold
To undeservers.
Cas. I an itching palm!