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That carries anger as the flint bears fire,
Who, much enforcèd, shows a hasty spark
And straight is cold again.
CASSIUS
Hath Cassius lived
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief and blood illtempered vexeth him?
CASSIUS
Have I lived this long only to be the butt of a joke whenever
you’re angry or frustrated?
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BRUTUS
When I spoke that, I was illtempered too.
BRUTUS
When I said that, I was angry too.
CASSIUS
Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
CASSIUS
You admit it, then? Give me your hand.
BRUTUS
And my heart too.
BRUTUS
And my heart too.
CASSIUS and BRUTUS shake hands
CASSIUS and BRUTUS shake hands.
CASSIUS
O Brutus!
CASSIUS
Oh, Brutus!
BRUTUS
What’s the matter?
BRUTUS
What’s the matter?
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CASSIUS
Have not you love enough to bear with me,
When that rash humor which my mother gave me
Makes me forgetful?
CASSIUS
Do you have enough love for me to be patient when my bad
temper, which I inherited from my mother, makes me forget
how I should behave?
BRUTUS
Yes, Cassius. And from henceforth
When you are overearnest with your Brutus,
He’ll think your mother chides and leave you so.
BRUTUS
Yes, Cassius. And from now on, when you get hot with me, I’ll
assume it’s your mother speaking and leave it at that.
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POET
(within) Let me go in to see the generals.
There is some grudge between 'em. 'Tis not meet
They be alone.
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