Ant. Villains: you did not so, when your vile daggers
Hackt one another in the sides of Caesar:
You shew'd your teethes like Apes,
And fawn'd like Hounds,
And bow'd like Bondmen, kissing Caesars feete;
Whil'st damned Caska, like a Curre, behinde
Strooke Caesar on the necke. O you Flatterers
Cassi. Flatterers? Now Brutus thanke your selfe,
This tongue had not offended so to day.
If Cassius might haue rul'd
Octa. Come, come, the cause. If arguing make vs swet,
The proofe of it will turne to redder drops:
Looke, I draw a Sword against Conspirators,
When thinke you that the Sword goes vp againe?
Neuer till Caesars three and thirtie wounds
Be well aueng'd; or till another Caesar
Haue added slaughter to the Sword of Traitors
Brut. Caesar, thou canst not dye by Traitors hands.
Vnlesse thou bring'st them with thee
Octa. So I hope:
I was not borne to dye on Brutus Sword
Bru. O if thou wer't the Noblest of thy Straine,
Yong-man, thou could'st not dye more honourable
Cassi. A peeuish School-boy, worthles of such Honor
Ioyn'd with a Masker, and a Reueller
Ant. Old Cassius still
Octa. Come Antony: away:
Defiance Traitors, hurle we in your teeth.
If you dare fight to day, come to the Field;
If not, when you haue stomackes.
Exit Octauius, Antony, and Army