julius caesar(裘力斯·凯撒)-第13节
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Caesar； for I know； When thou didst hate him worst； thou lovedst him
better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius。 BRUTUS。 Sheathe your dagger。 Be
angry when you will； it shall have scope； Do what you will； dishonor shall
be humor。 O Cassius； you are yoked with a lamb； That carries anger as the
flint bears fire； Who； much enforced； shows a hasty spark And straight is
cold again。 CASSIUS。 Hath Cassius lived To be but mirth and laughter to
his Brutus； When grief and blood ill…temper'd vexeth him？ BRUTUS。
When I spoke that； I was ill…temper'd too。 CASSIUS。 Do you confess so
much？ Give me your hand。 BRUTUS。 And my heart too。 CASSIUS。 O
Brutus！ BRUTUS。 What's the matter？ CASSIUS。 Have not you love
enough to bear with me When that rash humor which my mother gave me
Makes me forgetful？ BRUTUS。 Yes； Cassius； and from henceforth； When
you are overearnest with your Brutus； He'll think your mother chides； and
leave you so。 POET。 ＇Within。＇ Let me go in to see the generals。 There is
some grudge between 'em； 'tis not meet They be alone。 LUCILIUS。
＇Within。＇ You shall not come to them。 POET。 ＇Within。＇ Nothing but death
shall stay me。
Enter Poet； followed by Lucilius； Titinius； and Lucius。
CASSIUS。 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'm sure； than ye。 CASSIUS。 Ha；
ha！ How vilely doth this cynic rhyme！ BRUTUS。 Get you hence； sirrah；
saucy fellow； hence！ CASSIUS。 Bear with him； Brutus； 'tis his fashion。
BRUTUS。 I'll know his humor when he knows his time。 What should the
wars do with these jigging fools？ Companion； hence！ CASSIUS。 Away；
away； be gone！ Exit Poet。 BRUTUS。 Lucilius and Titinius； bid the
commanders Prepare to lodge their companies tonight。 CASSIUS。 And
come yourselves and bring Messala with you Immediately to us。 Exeunt
Lucilius and Titinius。 BRUTUS。 Lucius； a bowl of wine！ Exit Lucius。
CASSIUS。 I did not think you could have been so angry。 BRUTUS。 O
Cassius； I am sick of many griefs。 CASSIUS。 Of your philosophy you
make no use； If you give place to accidental evils。 BRUTUS。 No man
bears sorrow better。 Portia is dead。 CASSIUS。 Ha？ Portia？ BRUTUS。 She
is dead。 CASSIUS。 How 'scaped killing when I cross'd you so？ O
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insupportable and touching loss！ Upon what sickness？ BRUTUS。
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。
CASSIUS。 And died so？ BRUTUS。 Even so。 CASSIUS。 O ye immortal
gods！
Re…enter Lucius； with wine and taper。
BRUTUS。 Speak no more of her。 Give me a bowl of wine。 In this I
bury all unkindness； Cassius。 Drinks。 CASSIUS。 My heart is thirsty for
that noble pledge。 Fill； Lucius； till the wine o'erswell the cup； I cannot
drink too much of Brutus' love。 Drinks。 BRUTUS。 Come in； Titinius！ Exit
Lucius。
Re…enter Titinius； with Messala。
Welcome； good Messala。 Now sit we close about this taper here； And
call in question our necessities。 CASSIUS。 Portia； art thou gone？
BRUTUS。 No more； I pray you。 Messala； I have here received letters That
young Octavius and Mark Antony Come down upon us with a mighty
power； Bending their expedition toward Philippi。 MESSALA。 Myself have
letters of the selfsame tenure。 BRUTUS。 With what addition？ MESSALA。
That by proscription and bills of outlawry Octavius； Antony； and Lepidus
Have put to death an hundred senators。 BRUTUS。 There in our letters do
not well agree； Mine speak of seventy senators that died By their
proscriptions； Cicero being one。 CASSIUS。 Cicero one！ MESSALA。
Cicero is dead； And by that order of proscription。 Had you your letters
from your wife； my lord？ BRUTUS。 No； Messala。 MESSALA。 Nor
nothing in your letters writ of her？ BRUTUS。 Nothing； Messala。
MESSALA。 That； methinks； is strange。 BRUTUS。 Why ask you？ Hear
you aught of her in yours？ MESSALA。 No； my lord。 BRUTUS。 Now； as
you are a Roman； tell me true。 MESSALA。 Then like a Roman bear the
truth I tell： For certain she is dead； and by strange manner。 BRUTUS。 Why；
farewell； Portia。 We must die； Messala。 With meditating that she must die
once I have the patience to endure it now。 MESSALA。 Even so great men
great losses should endure。 CASSIUS。 I have as much of this in art as you；
But yet my nature could not bear it so。 BRUTUS。 Well； to our work alive。
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What do you think Of marching to Philippi presently？ CASSIUS。 I do not
think it good。 BRUTUS。 Your reason？ CASSIUS。 This it is： 'Tis better that
the enemy seek us； So shall he waste his means； weary his soldiers； Doing
himself offense； whilst we lying still Are full of rest； defense； and
nimbleness。 BRUTUS。 Good reasons must of force give place to better。
The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground Do stand but in a forced
affection； For they have grudged us contribution。 The enemy； marching
along by them； By them shall make a fuller number up； Come on refresh'd；
new…added； and encouraged； From which advantage shall we cut him off
If at Philippi we do face him there； These people at our back。 CASSIUS。
Hear me； good brother。 BRUTUS。 Under your pardon。 You must note
beside That we have tried the utmost of our friends； Our legions are brim…
full； our cause is ripe： The enemy increaseth every day； We； at the height；
are ready to decline。 There is a tide in the affairs of men Which taken at
the flood leads on to fortune； Omitted； all the voyage of their life Is bound
in shallows and in miseries。 On such a full sea are we now afloat； And we
must take the current when it serves； Or lose our ventures。 CASSIUS。
Then； with your will； go on； We'll along ourselves and meet them at
Philippi。 BRUTUS。 The deep of night is crept upon our talk； And nature
must obey necessity； Which we will niggard with a little rest。 There is no
more to say？ CASSIUS。 No more。 Good night。 Early tomorrow will we
rise and hence。 BRUTUS。 Lucius！
Re…enter Lucius。
My gown。 Exit Lucius。 Farewell； good Messala； Good night； Titinius；
noble； noble Cassius； Good night and good repose。 CASSIUS。 O my dear
brother！ This was an ill beginning of the night。 Never come such division
'tween our souls！ Let it not； Brutus。 BRUTUS。 Everything is well。
CASSIUS。 Good night； my lord。 BRUTUS。 Good night； good brother。
TITINIUS。 MESSALA。 Good night； Lord Brutus。 BRUTUS。 Farewell；
everyone。 Exeunt all but Brutus。
Re…enter Lucius； with the gown。
Give me the gown。 Where is thy instrument？ LUCIUS。 Here in the
tent。 BRUTUS。 What； thou speak'st drowsily？ Poor knave； I blame thee
not； thou art o'erwatch'd。 Call Claudio and some other of my men； I'll have
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them sleep on cushions in my tent。 LUCIUS。 Varro and Claudio！
Enter Varro and Claudio。
VARRO。 Calls my lord？ BRUTUS。 I pray you； sirs； lie in my tent and
sleep； It may be I shall raise you by and by On business to my brother
Cassius。 VARRO。 So please you； we will stand and watch your pleasure。
BRUTUS。 I would not have it so。 Lie down； good sirs。 It may be I shall
otherwise bethink me。 Look Lucius； here's the book I sought for so； I put it
in the pocket of my gown。 Varro and Claudio lie down。 LUCIUS。 I was
sure your lordship did not give it me。 BRUTUS。 Bear with me； good boy； I
am much forgetful。 Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile； And touch
thy instrument a strain or two？ LUCIUS。 Ay； my lord； an't please
