Bru.
Stand here.—Give the word, ho! and stand.

Var.
Stand!

Luc.
Stand! Enter Brutus, Varro, Lucius, an Eagle, Lictors, &c. meeting Metellus and Pindarus.

Bru.
What now, Metellus? Is Cassius near?

Met.
He is at hand; and Pindarus is come
To do you salutation from his master. [Pindarus gives a Letter to Brutus.]

Bru.
He greets me well.—Your master, Pindarus,
In his own change, or by ill officers,

Hath given me some worthy cause to wish
Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand,
I shall be satisfied.

Pin.
I do not doubt,
But that my noble master will appear
Such as he is, full of regard and honour.

Bru.
He is not doubted.— [Exit Pindarus.
A word, Metellus:
How he receiv'd you, let me be resolv'd.

Met.
With courtesy, and with respect enough;
But not with such familiar instances,
Nor with such free and friendly conference
As he hath us'd of old.

Bru.
Thou hast describ'd
A hot friend cooling: Ever note, Metellus,
When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith:
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
Make gallant show and promise of their mettle;
But, when they should endure the bloody spur,
They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades,
Sink in the trial.— [A distant sound of Trumpets.]
Comes his army on?

Met.
They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd;
The greater part, the horse in general,
Are come with Cassius. [Trumpets sound nearer.]

Bru.
Hark, he is arriv'd. [Cassius, Trebonius, Titinius, Pindarus, and others, without.]

Cas.
Stand, ho!

Tre.
Stand.

Tit.
Stand.

Pin.
Stand.

Enter Cassius, Trebonius, Titinius, Pindarus, an Eagle, Lictors, &c.

Cas.
Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.

Bru.
Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies?
And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?

Cas.
Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs;
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;
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. [Exeunt Pindarus, Eagle, Lictors, &c.

Bru.
Metellus do the like:— [Exeunt Metellus, Eagle, Lictors, &c.
And let no man
Come to our tent, till we have done our conference. [Flourish of Trumpets.] [Exeunt Varro, Lucius,—Titinius, Trebonius,—Cassius and Brutus.

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