Cassius. You love me not.
Brutus.
I do not like your faults.
90Cassius. A friendly eye could never see such faults.
Brutus. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
As huge as high Olympus.
Cassius. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
95For Cassius is a-weary of the world;
Hated by one he loves; brav'd[77] by his brother;