Brutus and Cassius discussing in Brutus tent. Because Brutus acused Cassuis of bribery.
After the poet is gone, Brutus reveals to Cassius that Portia, his wife is dead. She died because she swallowed fire when being angsty for Brutus' occupations. Then, Messalla enters.
Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourselfAre much condemned to have an itching palm, To sell and mart your offices for goldTo undeserved.
You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.I “an itching palm”! You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.
There is my dagger. And here my naked breast. Within, a heart. Strike, as thou didst at Caesar. For I know When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better. Then ever thou lovedst Cassius.
Their discussion turns into a dramatic point in which Cassius shows his dagger as if representing that if he has not given Brutus what he expects, then he should have his heart. But, eventually, they forgive each other.
Sheathe your dagger. Be angry when you will, it shall have scope. Sorry for my words, when I spoke, I was ill tempered too.
Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
Love, and be friends as two such men should be. For I have seen more years, I am sure than ye.
As Brutus and Cassius' anger vanishes, a poet gets into the tent followed by Lucillius and Titinius, trying to teach them a lesson.
Ha, ha, how vilely doth this cynic rhyme!
Get you hence, sirrah. Saucy fellow, hence!
Myself have letters of Octavius and Mark Antony heading to Philippi. And a hundred senators died.
Had you your letters from your wife, my lord? For certain she is dead, and by a strange manner.
Why, farewell, Portia. We must die.
Only seventy senators died, Cicero too
After the conversation about Portia, they began talking about how to fight against Anthony and Octavious, who are going towards Philippi, a town in Rome. Philippi will become decisive in their history.
We will do as you say.
We shall go to Philippi first. The people ’twixt Philippi and this ground. Do stand but in a forced affection, For they have grudged us a contribution. The enemy increaseth every day. We, at the height, are ready to decline.
'Tis better that the enemy seek us. So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers.
Mesalla, Titinius, and Cassius exit. Lucius, Vassus and Claudius, Brutu’s servants, enter. Lucius plays a song on the flute and falls asleep as Brutus reads. Meanwhile, Ceasar’s ghost enters the room:
what may it mean?
ahhh! How ill this taper burns!—Ha, who comes here? I think it is the weakness of mine eyes. Speak to me what thou are.
Thy evil spirit, Brutus. To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.
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