Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Go too: you are not Cassius. I am. I say, you are not. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself: Have mind upon your health: Tempt me no farther. Away slight man. Is't possible? Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way, and room to your rash Choler? Shall I be frighted, when a Madman stairs? O ye Gods, ye Gods, Must I endure all this? All this? I more: Fret till your proud hart 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. Is it come to this? 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. You wrong me every way: You wrong me Brutus: I said, an Elder Soldier, not a Better. Did I say Better? If you did, I care not. When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me. Peace, peace, you durst not so have tempted him. I durst not. No. What? durst not tempt him? For your life you durst not. Do not presume too much upon my Love, I may do that I shall be sorry for. You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror Cassius in your threats: For I am Armed so strong in Honesty, That they pass by me, as the idle wind, Which I respect not. I did send to you For certain sums of Gold, which you denied me, For I can raise no money by vile means: By Heaven, I had rather Coin my Heart, And drop my blood for Drachmas, then to wring From the hard hands of Peasant's, their vile trash By any indirection. I did send To you for Gold to pay my Legions, Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius? Should I have answered Caius Cassius so? When Marcus Brutus grows so Covetous, To lock such Rascal Counters from his Friends, Be ready Gods with all your Thunderbolts, Dash him to pieces. I denied you not. You did. I did not. He was but a Fool That brought my answer back. Brutus hath rived my hart: A Friend should bear his Friends infirmities; But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. I do not, till you practise them on me. You love me not. I do not like your faults. A friendly eye could never see such faults. A Flatterers would not, though they do appear As huge as high Olympus.
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Go too: you are not Caſſius. I am. I ſay, you are not. Vrge me no more, I ſhall forget my ſelfe: Haue minde vpon your health: Tempt me no farther. Away ſlight man. Is't poſſible? Heare me, for I will ſpeake. Muſt I giue way, and roome to your raſh Choller? Shall I be frighted, when a Madman ſtares? O ye Gods, ye Gods, Muſt I endure all this? All this? I more: Fret till your proud hart break. Go ſhew your Slaues how Chollericke you are, And make your Bondmen tremble. Muſt I bouge? Muſt I obſerue you? Muſt I ſtand and crouch Vnder your Teſtie Humour? By the Gods, You ſhall digeſt the Venom of your Spleene Though it do Split you. For, from this day forth, Ile vſe you for my Mirth, yea for my Laughter When you are Waſpiſh. Is it come to this? You ſay, you are a better Souldier: Let it appeare ſo; make your vaunting true, And it ſhall pleaſe me well. For mine owne part, I ſhall be glad to learne of Noble men. You wrong me euery way: You wrong me Brutus: I ſaide, an Elder Souldier, not a Better. Did I ſay Better? If you did, I care not. When Caeſar liu'd, he durſt not thus haue mou'd me. Peace, peace, you durſt not ſo haue tempted him. I durſt not. No. What? durſt not tempt him? For your life you durſt not. Do not preſume too much vpon my Loue, I may do that I ſhall be ſorry for. You haue done that you ſhould be ſorry for. There is no terror Caſſius in your threats: For I am Arm'd ſo ſtrong in Honeſty, That they paſſe by me, as the idle winde, Which I reſpect not. I did ſend to you For certaine ſummes of Gold, which you deny'd me, For I can raiſe no money by vile meanes: By Heauen, I had rather Coine my Heart, And drop my blood for Drachmaes, then to wring From the hard hands of Peazants, their vile traſh By any indirection. I did ſend To you for Gold to pay my Legions, Which you deny'd me: was that done like Caſſius? Should I haue anſwer'd Caius Caſſius ſo? When Marcus Brutus growes ſo Couetous, To locke ſuch Raſcall Counters from his Friends, Be ready Gods with all your Thunder-bolts, Daſh him to peeces. I deny'd you not. You did. I did not. He was but a Foole That brought my anſwer back. Brutus hath riu'd my hart: A Friend ſhould beare his Friends infirmities; But Brutus makes mine greater then they are. I do not, till you practice them on me. You loue me not. I do not like your faults. A friendly eye could neuer ſee ſuch faults. A Flatterers would not, though they do appeare As huge as high Olympus.