Cas.

The Quarrel of BRUTUS and CASSIUS.
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HAT you have wrong'd me doth appear in this,

THAT

For taking bribes here of the Sardins;
Wherein my letter praying on his fide,
Because I knew the man was flighted of.

Bru. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a case.
Cas. In fuch a time as this, it is not meet
That every nice offence should bear its comment.
Bru. Yet let me tell you, Caffius, you yourself
Are much condemned to have an itching palm
To fell and mart your offices for gold
To undefervers.

Cas. I an itching palm!

You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
Or, be affured this fpeech were else your laft,

Bru. The name of Caffius honors this corruption,
And chastisement doth therefore hide its head.

Cas. Chaftifement !

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Bru. Remember March; the ides of March remember; Did not great Julius bleed for juftice' fake? What villain touch'd his body that did stab, And not for juftice? What, fhall one of us, That ftruck the foremost man of all this world, But for fupporting robbers? fhall we now Contaminate our fingers with these bribes ? And fell the mighty meed of our large honors For fo much trafh as may be grafped thus? I would rather be a dog and bay the moon, Than fuch a Roman.

Gas. Brutus bay not me,

I'll not endure it; you forget yourself
To hedge me in; I am a foldier, I,
Older in practice, abler than yourself
To make conditions.

Bru. Go to; you are not, Caffius.
Cas, I am.

Bru. I fay you are not.

Cas. Urge me no more: I fhall forget myselfHave mind upon your health-tempt me no farther.

Bru. Away, flight man!

Cas. Is it poffible?

Bru. Hear me, for I will speak,

Muft I give way and room to your rash choler?
Shall I be frighted when a madman flares ?

Cas. Muft I endure all this?

Bru. All this? aye more. Fret till your proud heart breaks. Go tell your fervants how choleric you are,

And make your bondmen tremble. Mat I budge?

Muft I obferve you? Muft I ftand and crouch
Under your tefty humor? Be affured,

You fhall digeft the venom of your fpleen,
Tho it do fplit you; for from this day forth,
I'll ufe you for my mirth, yea for my laughter,
When you are waspish.

Cas, Is it come to this!.

Bru. You fay you are a better foldier ;
Let it appear fo; make your vaunting true,
And it fall pleafe me well. For my own part,
1 fhall be glad to learn of noble men.

Cas. You wrong me every way-you wrong me, Brutus, I said an elder foldier, not a better;

Did 1 fay a better?

Bru. If you did, I care not.

Cas. When Cæfar liv'd he durft not thus have moved me.
Bru. Peace, peace! you durft not so have tempted him.
Cas, I durft not !

Bru, No.

Cas. What durft not tempt him ?

Bru. For your life you durft not.

Cas. Do not prefume too much upon my love ;

may. do what I fhall be forry for.

Bru. You have done what you shall be forry for

There is no terror, Caffius, in your threats?

For I am arm'd fo ftrong in honefty,

That they pafs by me as the idle wind,
Which I refpect not. I did fend to you
For certain fums of gold, which you denied me
For I can raife no money by vile means.
By Heaven, I'd rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood for drachms, than to wring
From the hard hand of peasants, their vile trash,
By any indirection. I did fend

To you for gold to pay my legions

Which you denied me; was that done like Caffius ?
Should I have anfwered Caius Caffius fo?

Q.a

When Marcus Brutus grows fo covetous,
To lock fuch rafcal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gode, with all your thunder bolts,
Dash him to pieces.

Cas. I deny'd you not.

Bru. You did.

Cas. I did not he was but a fool

That bro't my answer back. Brutus hath rived
A friend fhould bear a friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
Bru. I do not. Still you practise them on me.
Cas. You love me not.

Bru. I do not like your faults.

Gas. A friendly eye could never fee fuch faults. Bru. A flatterer's would not though they do Appear as huge as high Olympus.

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Cas. Come, Antony and young Octavius come ! Revenge yourselves alone on Caffius,

For Caffius is a-weary of the world;

Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;
Check'd by a bondman; all his faults obfery'd ;
Set in a note book, learn'd and conn'd by rote,
To caft into my teeth. OI could weep
My fpirit from my eyes! There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast-within a heart
Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold!
If that thou need'ft a Roman's take it forth.
I that deny'd thee gold, will give my heart.
Strike, as thou didst at Cæfar; for I know,

heart

When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovd'st him better Than ever thou lovd'ft Caffius.

Bru. Sheath your dagger;

Be angry when you will, it fhall have fcope;
Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor.
O Caffius, you are yoked with a lamb, .
That carries anger as e flint bears fire:
Which much enforced, fhews a hafty fpark,
And ftraight is cold again.

Cas. Hath Caffius lived

To be bat mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief, and blood ill temper'd vexeth him?
Bru. When I fpoke that, I was ill tempered too.
Gas. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.

Bru. And my heart too.

Cas. O Brutus !

Bru. What's the matter?

Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rath humor which my mother gave me, Makes me forgetful?

Bru. Yes, Caffius, and from henceforth

When you are over earnest with your Brutus,
He'll think your mother chides, and leave you fo.

A DIALOGUE, written in the year 1776, by Mr. ANDRUS, of
Yale College, fince deceafed.

Blithe. H controverly with Baxter ?

OW now, Mr. Hunks? have you fettled the

Hunks. Yes, to a fraction, upon condition that he would pay me fix per cent. upon all his notes and bonds, from the date until they were discharged.

Blithe. Then it feems you have brought him to your own terms?

Hunks. Indeed I have; I would fettle with him upon no other. Men now-a-days think it a dreadful hardship to pay. a little interest; and will quibble a thousand ways to fool a body out of his juft property: But I've grown too old to be cheated in that manner. I take care to fecure the intereft as well as the principal. And to prevent any difficulty, I take new notes every year, and carefully exact intereft upon interest, and add it to the principal.

Blithe. You don't exact interek upon intereft! this looks a little like extortion;

Hunks. Extortion! I have already loft more than five hun dred pounds, by a number of rafcally bankrupts. I won't truft a farthing of my money without intereft upon interest.

Blithe. I fee I mult humor his foible, there's no other way to deal with him. Lafide.1

Hunks. There's no fecurity in men's obligations, in thefe times. And if I've a fum of money in the hands of those we call good chaps, I'm more plagu'd to get it than 'tis all worth. They would be glad to turn me off with mere rubbish, if they could. I'd rather keep my money in my own cheft, than let it out for fuch fmall intereft as I have for it.

Blithe. There's fomething, I confefs, in your obfervations. We never know when we are fecure, unless we have our pro perty in our chefte or in lands.

Hunks. That's true. I'd rather have my property in lands at three per cent. than in the hands of the beft man in this town at fix-it is a fact. Lands will grow higher when the

wars are over.

Blithe. You're entirely right. I believe if I'd as much money as you, I fhould be of the fame mind.

Hunks. That's a good difpofition. We muft all learn to take care of ourselves, thefe hard times. But I wonder how it happens, that your difpofition is fo different from your fon's -he's extremely wild and profufe-I should think it was not poffible for you, with all your prudence and dexterity, to get money as faft as he would spend it.

Blithe. Oh, he's young and airy; we must make allowances for fuch things; we used to do fo ourfelves when we were young men.

Hunks. No, you're mistaken; I never wore a neckloth nor a pair of fhoe.buckles, on a week day in my life. But that is now become cuftomary among the loweft ranks of people. Blithe. You have been very fingular; there are few men in our age that have been fo frugal and faving as you have. But we must always endeavor to conform ourfelves a little to the cuftom of the times. My fon is not more extravagant than other young people of his age. He loves to drink a glass of wine fometimes, with his companions, and to appear pretty gaily dreft; but this is only what is natural and cuftomary for every one. I understand he has formed fome connexions with your eldest daughter, and I should be fond of the alliance, if I could gain your approbation in the matter.

Hunks. The cuftom of the times will undo us all-There's no living in this prodigal age, The young people must have their bottles, their tavern dinners and dice, while the old ones are made perfect drudges to fupport their luxury.

Blithe. Our families, Sir, without doubt, would be very happy in fuch a connexion, if you would grant your confent.

Hunks. I lofe all patience when I fee the young beaux and fops, ftrutting about the ftreets in their laced coats and rufed fhirts, and a thousand other extravagant articles of expence.

Blithe. Sir, I fhould be very glad if you would turn your at、 tention to the queftion I propofed.

Hunks. There's one half of thefe coxcomical fpendthrifts that can't pay their taxes, and yet they are conftantly running into debt, and the prodigality must be fupported by poorg honest, laboring men.