Brutus. Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence!

135Cassius. Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion.

Brutus. I'll know his humour, when he knows his time:

What should the wars do with these jigging[89] fools?

Companion,[90] hence!

Cassius.

Away, away, be gone!

[Exit Poet][91][92]

Brutus. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders