Act 4 - Scene 3
Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS
That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this:
You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella
bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein my letters, praying on his side,
Because I knew the man, were slighted
You wronged yourself to write in such a case.
In such a time as this it is not meet
That every nice offence should bear his comment.
Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm;
To sell and mart
your offices for gold
I an itching palm!
You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else
The name of Cassius honours this corruption,
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
Remember March, the ides of March remember:
Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
touch'd his body, that did stab,
And not for justice? What, shall one of us
That struck the foremost man of
all this world
But for supporting robbers, shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
the mighty space of our large honours
For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
I had rather be a dog,
and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.
Brutus, bay not me;
I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,
To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I,
Older in practise,
abler than yourself
To make conditions.
Go to; you are not, Cassius.
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