Bru.
Stand, ho. [to his Officers, entering. to him, Lucilius, with Soldiers; Pindarus, and Titinius.

Luc.
Give the word, ho, and stand. [to his Party.

Bru.
What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near?

Luc.
He is at hand; and Pindarus is come
To do you salutation from his master. [presenting Pindarus, who gives a Letter.

Bru.
He greets me well.—Your master, Pindarus,
In his own charge ^note,14Q1042 or by ill officers,
Hath given me some worthy cause to wish
Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand,
I shall be satisfy'd.

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.—&clquo;A word, Lucilius;&crquo;
&clquo;How he receiv'd you,—let me be resolv'd.&crquo;

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

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

&clquo;Luc.
&clquo;They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd;
&clquo;The greater part, the horse in general,&crquo;
&clquo;Are come with Cassius.&crquo; [March within.

Bru.
Hark, he is arriv'd:—

March gently on to meet him. [March. Enter Cassius, and Forces.

Cas.
Stand, ho. [to his Officers, entering.

Bru.
Stand:—[to his.] Speak the word along.

1. O.
Stand.

2. O.
Stand.

3. O.
Stand.

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.

Bru.
Lucilius,
Do you the like; and let no man, Lucilius,
Come to our tent, 'till we have done our conference.
Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. [Exeunt.

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