BRUTUS More skilled than you, more able than you

Remember March; the ides of March remember. To make conditions.

Did not great Julius bleed for justice’ sake? To handle matters.
What villain touched his body that did stab BRUTUS
And not for justice? What, shall one of us Go to! You are not, Cassius.
That struck the foremost man of all this world
But for supporting robbers, shall we now CASSIUS
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes I am.
And sell the mighty space of our large honors I am.
For so much trash as may be graspèd thus? BRUTUS
I had rather be a dog and bay the moon I say you are not.
Than such a Roman. CASSIUS
CASSIUS Urge me no more. I shall forget myself.
Brutus, bait not me. Don’t provoke me anymore. I’ll forget myself.
Brutus, don’t torture me. Have mind upon your health. Tempt me no farther.
I’ll not endure it. You forget yourself Care for your well-being. Test me no more.
I won’t allow it. You’re behaving inappropriately BRUTUS
To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I, Away, slight man!
To confine me. I am a committed individual, I CASSIUS
Older in practice, abler than yourself Is’t possible?
More experience in our profession, more able than you
Is this possible? CASSIUS
When Caesar lived he durst not thus have moved
BRUTUS When Caesar was alive he wouldn’t dare have provoked
Hear me, for I will speak. me.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler? me.
Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? BRUTUS
CASSIUS Peace, peace! You durst not so have tempted him.
O you gods, you gods, must I endure all this? CASSIUS
O you gods, you gods, must I suffer all this? I durst not?
BRUTUS I wouldn’t dare?
All this? Ay, more. Fret till your proud heart break. BRUTUS
Go show your slaves how choleric you are No.
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? CASSIUS
Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch What? Durst not tempt him?
Under your testy humor? By the gods, What? Dare not tempt him?
You shall digest the venom of your spleen BRUTUS
Though it do split you. For your life you durst not.
CASSIUS
Is it come to this? CASSIUS
Is it come to this? Do not presume too much upon my love.
More experience in our profession, more able than you
Don’t assume I will be too much of a friend to you.
I may do that I shall be sorry for.
I may do that I will be sorry for.
BRUTUS
You have done that you should be sorry for.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
For I am armed so strong in honesty
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not. I did send to you.
I did send
To you for gold to pay my legions,
Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius?
Should I have answered Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous
To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts;
Dash him to pieces!
CASSIUS
I denied you not.
More experience in our profession, more able than you
I didn’t refuse you.
BRUTUS
You did.
CASSIUS
I did not. He was but a fool that brought
My answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart.
My answer back. Brutus has split my heart.
A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities,
A friend should put up with his friend’s flaws,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
But Brutus makes mine more serious than they are.
BRUTUS
I do not, till you practice them on me.
CASSIUS
You love me not.
You don’t love me.
Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come!
Come, Antony and young Octavius, come!
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
Punish Cassius alone,
For Cassius is aweary of the world— BRUTUS
For Cassius is tired of this world— Sheathe your dagger.
Hated by one he loves, braved by his brother, Be angry when you will, it shall have scope.
Hated by one of his friends, Defied by his brother, Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor.
Checked like a bondman, all his faults observed, O Cassius, you are yokèd with a lamb
Scolded like a slave, all his weaknesses examined, That carries anger as the flint bears fire,
Set in a notebook, learned and conned by rote Who, much enforcèd, shows a hasty spark
Written in a notebook, told of and committed to memory. And straight is cold again.
To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
To throw up in my teeth. O, I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
My life out of my eyes! There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast;
And here my exposed heart;
Strike as thou didst at Caesar, for I know
Stab like you did at Caesar, for I know
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better
When you did hate him the worst, you loved him better
Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
Then ever you loved Cassius.
More experience in our profession, more able than you