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POET

Nothing but death shall stay me.

CASSIUS
How now? What’s the matter?

POET
For shame, you generals! What do you mean? [180]
Love and be friends, as two such men should be,

For I have seen more years, I’m sure, than ye.

CASSIUS

Ha, ha! How vilely doth this Cynic rhyme!

BRUTUS
Get you hence, sirrah! Saucy fellow, hence!

CASSIUS
Bear with him, Brutus, ’tis his fashion. [185]

BRUTUS
I’ll know his humour when he knows his time.
What should the wars do with these jigging fools?
Companion, hence!

CASSIUS

Away, away, be gone!
Exit Poet.

BRUTUS
Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
Prepare to lodge their companies tonight. [190]

CASSIUS
And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you

Immediately to us.
Exeunt Lucilius and Titinius.