Cassius. Will you dine with me to-morrow?
Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and your dinner worth the eating.
290Cassius. Good; I will expect you.
Casca. Do so: farewell, both.
[Exit]
Brutus. What a blunt[176] fellow is this grown to be!
He was quick mettle[177] when he went to school.
Cassius. So is he now, in execution
295Of any bold or noble enterprise,