rather lamely with a little weak
flattery: "Even so great men great losses should endure;" and Cassius
says, rather mixedly--it might have been the wine--that he has as much
strength in bearing trouble as Brutus has, and yet he couldn't bear it
so.

I have as much of this in art as you,
But yet my nature could not bear it so.

Brutus: Well, to our work alive. What do you think
Of marching on Philippi presently?

Brutus was a strong man. Portia's spirit must bide a while. They discuss
a plan of campaign. Cassius is for waiting for the enemy to seek them
and so get through his tucker and knock his men up, while they rest in
a good position; but Brutus argues that the enemy will gather up the
country people between Philippi and their camp and come on refreshed
with added numbers and courage, and it would be better for them to
meet him at Philippi with these people at their back. The politics or
inclination of the said country people didn't matter in those days.
"There is a tide in the affairs of men"--and so they decide to take it
at the flood and float high on to the rocks at Philippi. Ah well, it led
on to immortality, if it didn't to fortune.

Well, there's no more to say. Brutus thinks that the main thing now is
a little rest--in which you'll agree with him; and he sends for his
night-shirt.

Good night, Titinius: noble, noble Cassius,
Good night, and good repose!

That old fool of a Cassius--remorseful old smooth-bore--is still a bit
maudlin--maybe he had another swig at the wine when Shakespeare wasn't
looking.

Cassius: O my dear brother!
This was an ill beginning of the night
Never come such division 'tween our souls!
Let it not, Brutus.

Brutus: Everything is well.

Cassius: Good night, my lord.

Brutus: Good sight, good brother.

Titinius and Messala: Good night, Lord Brutus.

Brutus: Farewell, every one.

And Cassius is the man whom Caesar denounced as having a lean and hungry
look: "Let me have men about me that are fat... such men are dangerous."
(Mr Archibald held with that--and he had a lean, if not a hungry, look
too.) When Antony put in a word for Cassius, Caesar said that he wished
he was fatter anyhow. "He thinks too much," Caesar said to Antony. He
read a lot; he could look through men; he never went to the theatre, and
heard no music; he never smiled e