CASSIUS.
A peevish school-boy, worthless of such honour,
Join’d with a masker and a reveller.
ANTONY.
Old Cassius still!
OCTAVIUS.
Come, Antony; away!
Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth.
If you dare fight today, come to the field;
If not, when you have stomachs.
[Exeunt Octavius, Antony and their Army.]
CASSIUS.
Why now, blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark!
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
BRUTUS.
Ho, Lucilius! Hark, a word with you.
LUCILIUS.
My lord?
[Brutus and Lucilius talk apart.]
CASSIUS.
Messala.
MESSALA.
What says my General?