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: Nay, after that, consume away in rust, Are you more stubborn-hard than hammered iron? And told me, Hubert should put out mine eyes, I would not have believed him; no tongue, but Hubert's. Do as I bid you. Arth. O, save me, Hubert, save me! My eyes are out, Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men. Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here. 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 away my friend: Give life to yours. Hub. Arth. Hub. Arth. Come, boy, prepare yourself. Is there no remedy? None, but to lose your eyes. O, Heaven! — that there were but a mote 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, Your vile intent must needs seem horrible. Hub. Is this your promise? Go to, hold your tongue. Arth. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues Let me not hold my tongue; let me not, Hubert ! Hub. I can heat it, boy. Arth. No, in good sooth; the fire is dead with grief, Being create for comfort, In undeserved extremes. to be used There is no malice in this burning coal; The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out, And strewed repentant ashes on his head. Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy. That mercy, which fierce fire, and iron, extends, - Hub. Well, see to live; I will not touch thine eyes With this same very iron to burn them out. Arth. O, now you look like Hubert! all this while You were disguised. Hub. Peace; no more: Adieu! Your uncle must not know but you are dead : And, pretty child, sleep doubtless, and secure Will not offend thee. Arth. O, Heaven! I thank you, Hubert. Hub. Silence: no more. Go closely in with me: Much danger do I undergo for thee. Shakspeare. CCCLXXIII. QUARREL OF BRUTUS AND CASSIUS. CASSIU ASSIUS. That you have wronged me, doth appear in this: You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella For taking bribes here of the Sardians; Brutus. You wronged yourself to write in such a case. That every nice offence should bear its comment. Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself Are much condemned to have an itching palm; To sell and mart your offices for gold, You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Bru. The name of Cassius honors this corruption, 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, I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman! 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. I 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 There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am armed so strong in honesty, For certain sums of gold, which you denied me; And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring To you for gold to pay my legions, for. Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, 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. Cas. Bru. I do not like your faults. 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; braved by his brother; Checked like a bondman; all his faults observed, |