May make it ours? And here being thus together, I am your heir, and you are mine; this place Dare take this from us: Here, with a little patience, Crave our acquaintance; I might sicken, cousin, Pal. You have made me (I thank you, cousin Arcite !) almost wanton With my captivity: What a misery It is to live abroad, and every where! 'Tis like a beast methinks! I find the court here, I'm sure a more content; and all those pleasures That woo the wills of men to vanity, I see through now; and am sufficient To tell the world, 't is but a gaudy shadow, And had their epitaphs, the people's curses! BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.-The Two Noble Kinsmen. 7. -THE QUARREL OF BRUTUS AND CASSIUS. Cas. THAT you have wronged me, doth appear in this; For taking bribes here of the Sardians; Bru. You wronged yourself, to write in such a case. Cas. I an itching palm? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Cas. Chastisement! Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remember! 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 farther. 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? Cas. Is it come to this? Bru. You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: For mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: 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? Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love; I 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, Which I respect not. I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me;- By Heaven I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius? That brought my answer back.-Brutus hath rived 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. Bru. I do not like your faults. Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults. Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, For Cassius is aweary of the world: Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother; When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Bru. Sheathe your dagger: Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Cas. Hath Cassius lived To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, When grief, or blood ill-tempered, vexeth him? Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered too. Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand. Cas. O Brutus !— Bru. What's the matter? Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, Bru. Yes, Cassius; and from henceforth, SHAKSPEARE. 8.-MARINO FALIERO AND ANGIOLINA. Doge. COME hither, child; I would a word with you. Your father was my friend; unequal fortune Made him my debtor for some courtesies Which bind the good more firmly: when, oppressed The nobleness with which you bade me speak, If my young heart held any preference Which would have made me happier; nor your offer To make my dowry equal to the rank Of aught in Venice, and forego all claim My father's last injunction gave you. Doge. Thus, 'T was not a foolish dotard's vile caprice Which made me covetous of girlish beauty, And a young bride. For the difference in our years Not to my qualities, nor would have faith Pure in your veins; I trusted to the soul God gave you—to the truths your father taught you |