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To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, [165]
When grief and blood ill-tempered vexeth him?
BRUTUS
When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered too.
CASSIUS
Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
BRUTUS
And my heart too.
CASSIUS
O Brutus!
BRUTUS
What’s the matter?
CASSIUS
Have not you love enough to bear with me, [170]
When that rash humour which my mother gave me
Makes me forgetful?
BRUTUS
Yes, Cassius, and from henceforth,
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
He’ll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
Enter a Poet [struggling with Lucilius and Titinius; Lucius following.]
POET
Let me go in to see the generals! [175]
There is some grudge between ’em; ’tis not meet
They be alone.
LUCILIUS
You shall not come to them.
