“Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, For Cassius is a-weary of the world: Hated by one he loves: braved by his brother: Check’d like a bondman; _all his faults observed_: 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 Plutus’ mine, richer than gold: If that thou beest 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.” The material here would be incomplete without mentioning the fact that this speech of Cassius shows many analogies to the agonized delirium of Cyrano (compare Part I), only Cassius is far more theatrical and overdrawn. Something childish and hysterical is in his manner. Brutus does not think of killing him, but administers a very chilling rebuke in the following dialogue: BRUTUS: Sheathe your dagger: Be angry when you will, it shall have scope: Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor. _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. CASSIUS: Hath Cassius liv’d To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus When grief and blood ill-tempered vexeth him? BRUTUS: When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered too. CASSIUS: Do you confess so much? Give me your hand. BRUTUS: And my heart too. CASSIUS: O Brutus! BRUTUS: What’s the matter? CASSIUS: Have not you love enough to bear with me When that rash humor _which my mother gave me_ Makes me forgetful? BRUTUS: Yes, Cassius, and from henceforth When you are over earnest with your Brutus, He’ll think your mother chides and leave you so.