BRUTUS. Go to; you are not, Cassius. 

CASSIUS. I am. 

BRUTUS. I say you are not. 

CASSIUS. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no farther. 

BRUTUS. Away, slight man! 

CASSIUS. Is’t possible? 

BRUTUS. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? 

CASSIUS. O ye gods, ye gods! Must I endure all this? 

BRUTUS. 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? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I’ll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish. 

CASSIUS. Is it come to this? 

BRUTUS. 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. 

CASSIUS. You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Brutus. I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say better? 

BRUTUS. If you did, I care not. 

CASSIUS. When Caesar liv’d, he durst not thus have mov’d me. 

BRUTUS. Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him. 

CASSIUS. I durst not? 

BRUTUS. No. 

CASSIUS. What? durst not tempt him? 

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