Page 2259 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

BRUTUS

Even so, Lucilius.

CASSIUS
Now, most noble Brutus,
The gods today stand friendly, that we may,
Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age! [95]

But since the affairs of men rest still incertain,
Let’s reason with the worst that may befall.
If we do lose this battle, then is this
The very last time we shall speak together.

What are you then determinèd to do? [100]

BRUTUS

Even by the rule of that philosophy
By which I did blame Cato for the death
Which he did give himself − I know not how,

But I do find it cowardly and vile,
For fear of what might fall, so to prevent [105]
The time of life − arming myself with patience
To stay the providence of some high powers
That govern us below.

CASSIUS

Then, if we lose this battle,
You are contented to be led in triumph
Thorough the streets of Rome? [110]

BRUTUS
No, Cassius, no. Think not, thou noble Roman,

That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome.
He bears too great a mind. But this same day
Must end that work the Ides of March begun,
And whether we shall meet again I know not. [115]
Therefore our everlasting farewell take.

For ever and for ever farewell, Cassius!
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile.
If not, why then this parting was well made.