When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst him better
Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius.
Brutus.
Sheathe your dagger:
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.[80][81]
110O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb
That carries anger as the flint bears fire;[82]
Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.