Bru. Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies?
And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?[3404]
Cas. Brutus this sober form of yours hides wrongs; 40
And when you do them—
Bru. Cassius, be content;
Speak your griefs softly: I do know you well.
Before the eyes of both our armies here,
Which should perceive nothing but love from us,
Let us not wrangle: bid them move away; 45
Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
And I will give you audience.
Cas. Pindarus,
Bid our commanders lead their charges off
A little from this ground.[3405]
Bru. Lucilius, do you the like, and let no man[3405][3406] 50
Come to our tent till we have done our conference.[3405]
Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door.[3407] [Exeunt.
Scene III. Brutus's tent.[3408]
Enter Brutus and Cassius.[3409]
Cas. That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this:
You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella
For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein my letters, praying on his side,[3410][3411]
Because I knew the man, were slighted off.[3411][3412] 5
Bru. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a case.[3413]