Enter Cassius and Soldiers.
BRUTUS.
Hark! he is arriv’d.
March gently on to meet him.
CASSIUS.
Stand, ho!
BRUTUS.
Stand, ho! Speak the word along.
FIRST SOLDIER.
Stand!
SECOND SOLDIER.
Stand!
THIRD SOLDIER.
Stand!
CASSIUS.
Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.
BRUTUS.
Judge me, you gods; wrong I mine enemies?
And if not so, how should I wrong a brother?
CASSIUS.
Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs;
And when you do them—