| ACT IV SCENE II | Camp near Sardis. Before BRUTUS's tent. | |
| | Drum. Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, andSoldiers; TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them | |
| BRUTUS | Stand, ho! | |
| LUCILIUS | Give the word, ho! and stand. | |
| BRUTUS | What now, Lucilius! is Cassius near? | |
| LUCILIUS | He is at hand; and Pindarus is come | 5 |
| | To do you salutation from his master. | |
| BRUTUS | He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus, | |
| | In his own change, or by ill officers, | |
| | Hath given me some worthy cause to wish | |
| | Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand, | 10 |
| | I shall be satisfied. | |
| PINDARUS | I do not doubt | |
| | But that my noble master will appear | |
| | Such as he is, full of regard and honour. | |
| BRUTUS | He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius; | 15 |
| | How he received you, let me be resolved. | |
| LUCILIUS | With courtesy and with respect enough; | |
| | But not with such familiar instances, | |
| | Nor with such free and friendly conference, | |
| | As he hath used of old. | 20 |
| BRUTUS | Thou hast described | |
| | A hot friend cooling: ever note, Lucilius, | |
| | When love begins to sicken and decay, | |
| | It useth an enforced ceremony. | |
| | There are no tricks in plain and simple faith; | 25 |
| | But hollow men, like horses hot at hand, | |
| | Make gallant show and promise of their mettle; | |
| | But when they should endure the bloody spur, | |
| | They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades, | |
| | Sink in the trial. Comes his army on? | 30 |
| LUCILIUS | They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd; | |
| | The greater part, the horse in general, | |
| | Are come with Cassius. | |
| BRUTUS | Hark! he is arrived. | |
| | Low march within | |
| | March gently on to meet him. | 35 |
| | Enter CASSIUS and his powers | |
| CASSIUS | Stand, ho! | |
| BRUTUS | Stand, ho! Speak the word along. | |
| First Soldier | Stand! | |
| Second Soldier | Stand! | |
| Third Soldier | Stand! | 40 |
| CASSIUS | Most noble brother, you have done me wrong. | |
| BRUTUS | Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies? | |
| | And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother? | |
| CASSIUS | Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs; | |
| | And when you do them-- | 45 |
| BRUTUS | Cassius, be content. | |
| | Speak your griefs softly: I do know you well. | |
| | Before the eyes of both our armies here, | |
| | Which should perceive nothing but love from us, | |
| | Let us not wrangle: bid them move away; | 50 |
| | Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs, | |
| | And I will give you audience. | |
| CASSIUS | Pindarus, | |
| | Bid our commanders lead their charges off | |
| | A little from this ground. | 55 |
| BRUTUS | Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man | |
| | Come to our tent till we have done our conference. | |
| | Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. | |
| | Exeunt | |
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