And when you do them—
Brutus.
Cassius, be content;
Speak your griefs softly: I do know you well.
Before the eyes of both our armies here,
Which should perceive nothing but love from us,
45Let us not wrangle: bid them move away;
Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,[38]
And I will give you audience.
Cassius.