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86  Unless thou bring'st them with thee.

Oct. So I hope; I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.

Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable.

Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour, Join'd with a masquer and a reveller.

Ant. Old Cassius still!

Oct. Come, Antony; away! Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth. If you dare fight to-day, come to the field; If not, when you have stomachs.

Exeunt Octavius, Antony, and Army.

Cas. Why now, blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.

Bru. Ho, Lucilius: hark, a word with you.

Lucil. [Standing forth.] My lord?

[Brutus and Lucilius talk apart.]

Cas. Messala.

Mes. [Standing forth.] What says my general?

Cas. Messala, This is my birth-day; as this very day Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala: Be thou my witness that against my will, As Pompey was, am I compell'd to set Upon one battle all our liberties. You know that I held Epicurus strong. And his opinion; now I change my mind,  59 strain: race 61 peevish: silly such honour: i.e., that of dying on Brutus' sword 63 Old still: you are still the same old Cassius 66 stomachs: courage 72 as: a colloquial expletive 75 As Pompey: at the battle of Pharsalia, 48 B. C. 77 held strong: believed Epicurus right in disregarding omens 