[Drum. Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and
	Soldiers; TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them]

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.

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 resolved.

LUCILIUS:
	With courtesy and with respect enough;
	But not with such familiar instances,
	Nor with such free and friendly conference,
	As he hath used of old.

BRUTUS:
	Thou hast described
	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;
	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 mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd;
	The greater part, the horse in general,
	Are come with Cassius.

BRUTUS:
	Hark! he is arrived.

	[Low march within]

	March gently on to meet him.

	[Enter CASSIUS and his powers]

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.
	Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door.

	[Exeunt]