Cassius.
Hath Cassius liv'd
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
115When grief and blood ill-temper'd vexeth him?
Brutus. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.
Cassius. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
Brutus. And my heart too.
Cassius.
O Brutus!
Brutus.