CASSIUS.
O Brutus!
BRUTUS.
What’s the matter?
CASSIUS.
Have not you love enough to bear with me,
When that rash humour which my mother gave me
Makes me forgetful?
BRUTUS.
Yes, Cassius; and from henceforth,
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
He’ll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
Enter Poet, followed by Lucilius, Titinius and Lucius.
POET.
[Within.] Let me go in to see the generals,
There is some grudge between ’em; ’tis not meet
They be alone.
LUCILIUS.
[Within.] You shall not come to them.
POET.
[Within.] Nothing but death shall stay me.
CASSIUS.
How now! What’s the matter?
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.