40Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
Cassius. O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this?
Brutus. All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break;
Go show your slaves how choleric you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?[65]
45Must I observe[66] you? must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humour? By the gods,
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,[67]
Though[68] it do split you; for, from this day forth,