Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
Bru. And my heart too.[3446]
Cas. O Brutus!
Bru. What's the matter?
Cas. Have not you love enough to bear with me,[3447]
When that rash humour which my mother gave me
Makes me forgetful?
Bru. Yes, Cassius, and from henceforth,[3448] 120
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
Poet. [Within] Let me go in to see the generals;
There is some grudge between 'em; 'tis not meet[3449][3450]
They be alone.[3450][3451]
Lucil. [Within] You shall not come to them.[3450][3452]125
Poet. [Within] Nothing but death shall stay me.[3450][3453]
Enter Poet, followed by Lucilius, Titinius, and Lucius.[3454]