Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; 35
Have mind upon your health, tempt me no farther.[3425]
Bru. Away, slight man!
Cas. Is't possible?
Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? 40
Cas. O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this?[3426]
Bru. All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break;
Go show your slaves how choleric you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?[3427]
Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch 45
Under your testy humour? By the gods,
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you; for, from this day forth,[3428]
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are waspish.
Cas. Is it come to this? 50
Bru. You say you are a better soldier:
Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
And it shall please me well: for mine own part,
I shall be glad to learn of noble men.[3429]
Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus;[3430] 55
I said, an elder soldier, not a better:[3431]
Did I say, better?[3432]
Bru. If you did, I care not.