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74  But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me.

Cas. You love me not.

Bru. I do not like your faults.

Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.

Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear 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; brav'd by his brother; Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observ'd, Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote. To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep My spirit from mine eyes. There is my dagger. And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Pluto's mine, richer than gold: If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart: Strike, as thou didst at Cæsar; for, I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst him better Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius.

Bru. Sheathe your dagger: Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire, Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.  95 brav'd: blusteringly taunted 96 Check'd: scolded 97 learn'd rote: studied, and learned by heart 101 Dearer: worth more Pluto's; cf. n. 107 it scope: your anger shall not be opposed 108 dishonour humour: your dishonorable deeds shall be ignored as caprices 109-112 Cf. n. 