Messala. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
O hateful error, melancholy's child,
Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not?[76] O error, soon conceiv'd,
70Thou never com'st unto a happy birth,
But kill'st the mother that engender'd[77] thee!
Titinius. What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus?
Messala. Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet
The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
75Into his ears: I may say, 'thrusting' it;