CASSIUS.
Ha, ha! How vilely doth this cynic rhyme!
BRUTUS.
Get you hence, sirrah. Saucy fellow, hence!
CASSIUS.
Bear with him, Brutus; ’tis his fashion.
BRUTUS.
I’ll know his humour when he knows his time.
What should the wars do with these jigging fools?
Companion, hence!
CASSIUS.
Away, away, be gone!
[Exit Poet.]
BRUTUS.
Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
Prepare to lodge their companies tonight.
CASSIUS.
And come yourselves and bring Messala with you
Immediately to us.
[Exeunt Lucilius and Titinius.]
BRUTUS.
Lucius, a bowl of wine.