Oct. Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us sweat,[3540]
The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
Look;[3541][3542] 50
I draw a sword against conspirators;[3542][3543]
When think you that the sword goes up again?
Never, till Cæsar's three and thirty wounds[3544]
Be well avenged, or till another Cæsar
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.[3545] 55
Bru. Cæsar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands,[3546]
Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
Oct. So I hope;
I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable.[3547] 60
Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour,[3548]
Join'd with a masker and a reveller!
Ant. Old Cassius still!
Oct. Come, Antony; away!
Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth;
If you dare fight to-day, come to the field: 65
If not, when you have stomachs.
[Exeunt Octavius, Antony, and their army.[3549]
Cas. Why, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark![3550]
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.[3551]
Bru. Ho, Lucilius! hark, a word with you.