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By any indirection. I did send
To you for gold to pay my legions,
Which you denied me: Was that done like Cassius?
Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,
Dash him to pieces!
Cas.

I denied you not.
Bru. You did.
Cas.

I did not:-he was but a fool,
That brought my answer back.7—Brutus hath riy'd my

heart:
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me.8
Cas. You love me not.
Bru.

I do not like your faults.
Cas. A friendly eve could never see such faults.

Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear As huge as high Olympus.

Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is aweary of the world :
Hated by one he loves ; brav'd by his brother;
Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observ’d,

sentiment, altogether in character, and expressed in a manner inimi. tably happy. For to wring, implies both to get unjustly, and to use force in getting: and hart hunds signify both the peasant's great labour and pains in acquiring, and his great unwillingness to quit his hold.

Warburton. I do not believe that Shakspeare, when he wrote hard hands in this place, had any deeper meaning than in the foliowing line in 1 Midsummer Night's Dream:

Hard-handed men that work in Athens here." H White. Mr. H White might have supported his opinion, (with which I perfectly concur) by another instance from Cymbeline :

hands “ Made hourly hard with falsehood as with labour.Steevens.

my answer back.] The word back is unnecessary to the sense, and spoils the measure. Steevens.

8 Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me.] The meaning is this : I do not look for your faults, I only see them, and mention them with vehemence, when you force them into my notice, by practising them on me. Fohnson,

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Set in a note-book, learn’d, and conn’d by rote,
To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes !—There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast; within, a heart
Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold:
If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ;'
I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart :
Strike, as thou didst at Cæsar; for, I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov’dst him better
Than ever thou lov’dst Cassius.
Bru.

Sheath your dagger:
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.
O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb
That carries anger, as the flint bear's fire ;
Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.
Cas.

Hath Cassius liv'd
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief, and blood ill-temper's, vexeth him?

Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper’d too.
Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
Bru. And my heart too.
Cas.

O Brutus! -
Bru.

What's the matter? C'as. Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour, which my mother gave me, Makes me forgetful? Bru.

Yes, Cassius; and, henceforth, 1 When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.

Noise within. 9 If that thou be’st a Roman, take it forth; ] I think he means only, that he is so far from avarice, when the cause of his country requires liberality, that if any man should wish for his heart, he would not need enforce his desire any otherwise, than by showing that he was a Roman. Johnson. This seems only a form of adjuration like that of Brutus, 99:

“ Now, as you are a Roinan, tell me true.” Blackstone.

and, henceforth,] Old copy, redundantly in respect both of sense and measure: and from henceforth.” But the present omis. sion is countenanced by many passages in our author, besides the following in Macbeth:

Thanes and kinsmen,
Henceforth be earls.” Steevens.

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Poet. [within] Let me go in to see the generals;
There is some grudge between them, 'tis not meet
They be alone.

Luc. [within] You shall not come to them.
Poet. [within] Nothing but death shall stay me.

Enter Poet.3
Cas. How now? What's the matter?

Poet. For shame, you generals; What do you mean?
Love, and be friends, as two such men should be ;
For I have seen more years, I am sure, than ye.4

Cas. Ha, ha; how vilely doth this cynick rhyme!
Bru. Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence.
Cas. Bear with him, Brutus ; 'tis his fashion.

Bru. I 'll know his humour, when he knows his time : What should the wars do with these jigging fools ?5

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chides,] i.e. is clamorous, scolds. So, in As you Like it:

« For what had he to do to chide at me?" Steevens. 3 Enter Poet.] Shakspeare found the present incident in Plutarch. The intruder, however, was Marcus Phaonius, who had been a friend and follower of Cato; not a poet, but one who assumed the character of a cynick philosopher. Steevens. 4 Love, and be friends, as two such men should be ;

For I have seen more years, I am sure than ye.) This passage is a translation from the following one in the first Book of Homer:

«'Αλλα πίθεσθ'. "αμφω δε νεωτέρω έσον εμείο.which is thus given in Sir Thomas North's Plutarch:

“ My lords, I pray you hearken both to me,

For I have seen more years than such ye three." See also Antony's speech, p. 85:

“ Octavius, I have seen more days than you." Again, in Chapman's Iliad, Book IX : “Iam his greater, being a king, and more in yeares than he."

Steevens. 5 What should the wars do with these jigging fools ?] i. e. with these silly poets. A jig signified, in our author's time, a metrical composi. tion, as well as a dance. So, in the prologue to Fletcher's Fair Maid of the Inn:

A jig shall be clapp'd at, and every rhyme

“ Prais’d and applauded by a clamorous chime.” [See note on Hamlet, Act III, sc. ii.]

A modern editor, (Mr. Capell) who, after having devoted the greater part of his life to the study of old books, appears to have been extremely ignorant of ancient English literature, not knowing this, for jigging, reads (after Mr. Pope) jingling. His work exhibits above Nine Hundred alterations of the genuine text, equally capricious and unwarrantable.

Companion, hence.
Cas.

Away, away, be gone. [Exit Poet.
Enter LUCILIUS and TITINIUS.
Bru. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.

Cas. And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you Immediately to us.

[Exeunt Luc. and TIT. Bru.

Lucius, a bowl of wine. Cas. I did not think, you could have been so angry. Bru. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.

Cas. Of your philosophy you make no use,
If you give place to accidental evils.

Bru. No man bears sorrow better :-Portia is dead.
Cas. Ha! Portia ?
Bru. She is dead.

Cas. How scap'd I killing, when I cross'd you so ?-
O insupportable and touching loss!
Upon what sickness?
Bru.

Impatient of my absence; And grief, that young Octavius with Mark Antony Have made themselves so strong ;--for with her death That tidings came ;-With this she fell distract, And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire.?

This editor, of whom it was justly said by the late Bishop of Glocester, that “ he had hung himself in chains over our poet's grave," having boasted in his preface, that "his emendations of the text were at least equal in number to those of all the other editors and commentators put together,” I some years ago had the curiosity to look into his volumes with this particular view. Onexamination I then found, that, of three hundred and twenty-five emendations of the ancient copies, which, as I then thought, he had properly received into his text, two hundred and eighty-five were suggested

by some former editor or commentator, and forty only by himself. But on a second and more rigorous examination I now find, that of the emendations properly adopted, (the number of which appears to be much smaller than that above mentioned) he has a claim to not more than fifteen. The innovations and arbitrary alterations, either adopted from others, or first introduced by this editor, from ignorance of our ancient customs and phraseology, amount to no less a number than NINE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-TWO!! It is highly probable that many yet have escaped my notice. Malone.

6 Companion, hence.] Companion is used as a term of reproach in many of the old plays; as we say at present-fellow. So, in King Henry IV, P. II, Dol Tearsheet says to Pistol :

I scorn you, scurvy companion," &c. Steevens.
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Cas. And died so ?8
Bru. Even so.
Cas. O ye immortal gods!

Enter Lucius, with Wine and Tapers.
Bru. Speak no more of her.-Give me a bowl of

wine :In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius. Drinks.

Cas. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge :Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'er-swell the cup; I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love. [Drinks.

Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. Bru. Come in, Titinius :- Welcome, good Messala.

7 And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire.] This circumstance is taken from Plutarch. It is also mentioned by Val. Maximus.

It cannot, however, be amiss to remark, that the death of Portia may want that foundation which has hitherto entitled her to a place in poetry, as a pattern of Roman fortitude. She is reported, by Pliny, I think, to have died at Rome of a lingering illness while Brutus was abroad; but some writers seem to look on a na ural death as a derogation from a distinguished character. Steevens. Valerius Maximus

says

that Portia survived Brutus, and killed herself on hearing that her husband was defea ed and slain at Philippi. Plutarch's account in The Life of Brutus is as follows: “ And for Portia, Brutus' wife, Nicolaus the philosopher, and Valerius Maximus, doe wryte, that she determining to kill her selfe, (her parents and friends carefullie looking to her to kepe her from it) tooke hotte burning coles, and cast them into her mouth, and kept her mouth so close, that she choked her selfe. There was a letter of Brutus found, wrytten to his frendes, complaining of their negligence; that his wife being sicke, they would not helpe her, but suffered her to kill her selfe, choosing to dye rather than to languish in paine. Thus it appeareth that Nicolaus knew not well that time sith the letter (at least if it were Brutus' letter) doth plainly declare the disease and love of this lady, and the manner of her death.” North’s Translation.

See also Martial, L. I, ep. 42, Valerius Maximus, and Nicolaus, and Plutarch, all agree in saying that she pu: an end to her life ; and the letter, if authentick, ascertains that she did so in the life-time of Brutus.

Our author, therefore, we see, had sufficient authority for his representation. Malone.

8 And died so? &c.] I suppose, these three short speeches were meant to form a single verse, and originally stood as follows:

Cas. And died so?
Bru.
Cas.

Inmortal gols ! The tragick Ahs and Ohs interpolated by the players, are too frequently permitted to derange our author's measure. Steevens.

Even so.

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