SCENE II.
Enter Cassius, &c.
CASSIUS.
Embracing thus is but a thing of Form,
For 'tis not fit that both our Armies here
Should once suspect the least Dispute between us.
BRUTUS.
The common Cause indeed requires our Care,
And all our Discontents should yield to that.
CASSIUS.
Brutus, let us retire into my Tent,
Lest here by chance some unbecoming word
Break out too loud.
BRUTUS.
Are we so little Masters of our selves?
How can we then be fit to govern Armies?
-- 413 --
CASSIUS.
You think your self above those common Frailties.
BRUTUS.
The Stoics are above unruly Passion.
But, since you would retire, I am content
My Soldiers may remove beyond those Fields.
Lucilius, march a little off this Ground.
Let your Men do the like, under pretence
Of our conferring about great Affairs;
Indeed our greatest; for a Home-dispute
Is of more consequence than foreign Dangers.
CASSIUS.
Titinius, let my Forces move away
To yonder Plain, and leave us all alone,
'Tis necessary we should be in private.
(Exeunt all, except Brutus and Cassius.
-- 414 --
Alexander Pope [1723], [The tragedy of Marcus Brutus: With the prologue and the Two Last chorus's. Written by his Grace John Duke of Buckingham, in] The works of John Sheffield, Earl of Mulgrave, Marquis of Normanby, and Duke of Buckingham (Printed by John Barber, Alderman of London, London) [word count] [S39102].
