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CASSIUS

I am. [85]

BRUTUS
I say you are not.

CASSIUS
Urge me no more, I shall forget myself.
Have mind upon your health. Tempt me no farther.

BRUTUS
Away, slight man!

CASSIUS

Is’t possible?

BRUTUS

Hear me, for I will speak. [90]
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?

CASSIUS
O ye gods, ye gods! Must I endure all this?

BRUTUS
All this? Ay, more! Fret till your proud heart break.

Go show your slaves how choleric you are, [95]
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?
Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humour? By the gods,

You shall digest the venom of your spleen
Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, [100]
I’ll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are waspish.

CASSIUS
Is it come to this?