Bru. Thou hast describ'd
A hot Friend, cooling: Euer note Lucillius,
When Loue begins to sicken and decay
It vseth an enforced Ceremony.
There are no trickes, in plaine and simple Faith:
But hollow men, like Horses hot at hand,
Make gallant shew, and promise of their Mettle:
Low March within.
But when they should endure the bloody Spurre,
They fall their Crests, and like deceitfull Iades
Sinke in the Triall. Comes his Army on?
Lucil. They meane this night in Sardis to be quarter'd:
The greater part, the Horse in generall
Are come with Cassius.
Enter Cassius and his Powers.
Bru. Hearke, he is arriu'd:
March gently on to meete him
Cassi. Stand ho
Bru. Stand ho, speake the word along.
Stand.
Stand.
Stand
Cassi. Most Noble Brother, you haue done me wrong
Bru. Iudge me you Gods; wrong I mine Enemies?
And if not so, how should I wrong a Brother
Cassi. Brutus, this sober forme of yours, hides wrongs,
And when you do them-
Brut. Cassius, be content,
Speake your greefes softly, I do know you well.
Before the eyes of both our Armies heere
(Which should perceiue nothing but Loue from vs)
Let vs not wrangle. Bid them moue away:
Then in my Tent Cassius enlarge your Greefes,
And I will giue you Audience
Cassi. Pindarus,
Bid our Commanders leade their Charges off
A little from this ground