“All this”? Ay, more. Fret till your proud
heart break.
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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 humor? By the gods,
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
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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.
BRUTUS
“All this”? Yes, and more. Go
ahead—rage till your proud heart breaks. Show your
slaves how mad you are, and make your servants tremble. But
me—am I going to cower at you and your irritable moods?
You'll have to swallow your own poison till it makes you
burst before I'm going to respond; from now on,
I'll make you the butt of my jokes whenever you get sharp
with me.
CASSIUS
Is it come to
this?
CASSIUS
Has it come to this?
BRUTUS
You say you are a better soldier.
Let it appear so. Make your vaunting true,
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And it shall please me well. For mine own part,
I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
BRUTUS
You say you're a better soldier. Show it! Make your
boasts come true, and I'll be thrilled. I'm always
happy to hear about brave men.
CASSIUS
You wrong me every way. You wrong me, Brutus.
I said an elder soldier, not a better.
Did I say “better”?
CASSIUS
You wrong me in every way. You wrong me, Brutus. I said an
older soldier, not a better one. Did
I say “better”?
BRUTUS
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If you did, I care not.
BRUTUS
If you did, I don't care.
CASSIUS
When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.
CASSIUS
When Caesar was alive, even he wouldn't dare anger me
like this.
BRUTUS
Peace, peace! You durst not so have tempted him.
BRUTUS
Oh, be quiet. You wouldn't have dared to tempt him
so.
