And call it cuuning: do, an if you will: If heaven be pleased that you should use me ill, So much as frown on you? Hub. I have sworn to do it? And with hot irons must I burn them out. Arth. Ah, none, but in this iron age would do it; Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears, Even in the matter of mine innocence: [stamps. Re-enter Attendants, with cord, irons, &c. Do as I bid you. Arth. O, save me, Hubert, save me! My eyes are out, Even with the fierce looks of the bloody men. Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here. Arth. Alas! what need you be so boisterous-rough : I will not struggle, I will stand stone still. For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Hub. Go stand within; let me alone with him; Arth. Alas! I then have chid [Exeunt Attendants, away my friend; He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart; Let him come back, that his compassion may Give life to yours. Hub. Come, boy, prepare yourself. Arth. Is there no remedy? Hub. None, but to lose your eyes. Arth. O heaven! that there were but a moat in yours, A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair, Any annoyance in that precious sense! Then, feeling what small things are boisterous there, Hub. Is this your promise? Go to, hold your tongue. And would not harm me. Hub. I can heat it, boy. Arth. No, in good sooth, the fire is dead with grief— Being create for comfort-to be used In undeserved extremes: See else yourself: There is no malice in this burning coal; Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy. That mercy, which fierce fire, and iron, extends,- * Set him on. Hub. Well, see to live; I will not touch thine eyes Arth. O, now you look like Hubert! all this while Hub. Peace: no more: Adieu!— Arth. O heaven! I thank you, Hubert. Hub. Silence: no more. Go closely in with me: Much danger do I undergo for thee. CLII. [Exeunt. THE TENT SCENE BETWEEN BRUTUS AND CASSIUS. Shakspeare. Cassius. That you have wronged me, doth appear in You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella, Brutus, You wronged yourself to write in such a case. Cas. I an itching palm ? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, * Owns. Bru. The name of Cassius honors this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide its head. Cas. Chastisement! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember! Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake! What villain touched 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? And sell the mighty space of our large honors, For so much trash as may be grasped thus ?— I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman. Cas. Brutus, bay not me: I'll not endure it. You forget yourself, Bru. Go to! you're not Cassius. Bru. I say you are not. Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further. Bru. Away, slight man! Cas. Is't possible! Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? Cas. O ye gods! ye gods! must I endure all this! Bru. All this? ay, more. Fret till your proud heart break: Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? I'll use you for my mirth; yea, for my laughter, Cas. Is it come to this? ; Bru. You say you are a better soldier Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, I said an elder soldier, not a better. Did I I say better? Bru. If you did, I care not. Cas. When Cæsar lived, he durst not thus have moved me. Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted him. Cas. I durst not! Bru. No. Cas. What? durst not tempt him? Bru. For your life you durst not. Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love. may do that I shall be sorry for. Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am armed so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind, I had rather coin my heart, you denied me: And drop my blood for drachms, than to wring To you for gold to pay my legions; Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius ? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, |