Brutus Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. [Enter the Ghost of Caesar.] How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here? I think it is the weakness of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous apparition. It comes upon me. Art thou any thing? Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, That mak'st my blood cold and my hair to stare? Speak to me what thou art. Ghost Thy evil spirit, Brutus. Brutus Why com'st thou? Ghost To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi. Brutus Well; then I shall see thee again? Ghost Ay, at Philippi. Brutus Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then. Read more about Act 4, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: Brutus' Stoicism in the face of Caesar’s ghost
Brutus Well, to our work alive. 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. Read more about Act 4, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "offense" and "defense"
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. Read more about Act 4, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: Brutus’ Stoicism
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 What! Portia? Brutus She is dead. Read more about Act 4, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: Brutus and Stoicism
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 yokèd with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire, Who, much enforcèd, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again. Read more about Act 4, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "as the flint bears fire"
Cassius Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come; Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, For Cassius is aweary of the world, Hated by one he loves, braved by his brother, Checked like a bondman, all his faults observed, Set in a notebook, learned and conned 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 Caesar; for I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst him better Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius. Read more about Act 4, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: Pluto or Plutus
