Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, Titinius and Soldiers; Pindarus meeting them; Lucius at some distance. [BRUTUS]: Stand, ho! [LUCILIUS]: Give the word, ho! and stand. [BRUTUS]: What now, Lucilius! is Cassius near? [LUCILIUS]: He is at hand, and Pindarus is come To do you salutation from his master. [_Pindarus gives a letter to Brutus._] [BRUTUS]: He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus, In his own change, or by ill officers, Hath given me some worthy cause to wish Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand, I shall be satisfied. [PINDARUS]: I do not doubt But that my noble master will appear Such as he is, full of regard and honour. [BRUTUS]: He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius; How he received you, let me be resolv’d. [LUCILIUS]: With courtesy and with respect enough, But not with such familiar instances, Nor with such free and friendly conference, As he hath us’d of old. [BRUTUS]: Thou hast describ’d A hot friend cooling. Ever note, Lucilius, When love begins to sicken and decay It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith; But hollow men, like horses hot at hand, Make gallant show and promise of their mettle; [_Low march within._] But when they should endure the bloody spur, They fall their crests, and like deceitful jades Sink in the trial. Comes his army on? [LUCILIUS]: They meant this night in Sardis to be quarter’d; The greater part, the horse in general, Are come with Cassius. Enter Cassius and Soldiers. [BRUTUS]: Hark! he is arriv’d. March gently on to meet him. [CASSIUS]: Stand, ho! [BRUTUS]: Stand, ho! Speak the word along. [FIRST SOLDIER]: Stand! [SECOND SOLDIER]: Stand! [THIRD SOLDIER]: Stand! [CASSIUS]: Most noble brother, you have done me wrong. [BRUTUS]: Judge me, you gods; wrong I mine enemies? And if not so, how should I wrong a brother? [CASSIUS]: Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs; And when you do them— [BRUTUS]: Cassius, be content. Speak your griefs softly, I do know you well. Before the eyes of both our armies here, Which should perceive nothing but love from us, Let us not wrangle. Bid them move away; Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs, And I will give you audience. [CASSIUS]: Pindarus, Bid our commanders lead their charges off A little from this ground. [BRUTUS]: Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man Come to our tent till we have done our conference. Lucius and Titinius, guard our door. [_Exeunt._]