What's the matter?

Cassius. Have not you love enough to bear with me,

120When that rash humour which my mother gave me

Makes me forgetful?

Brutus.

Yes, Cassius; and from henceforth,

When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,

He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.[83]

Poet. [Within][84] Let me go in to see the generals;