worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech
To stir men's blood, I only speak right on;
I tell you that, which you yourselves do know;
Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths,
And bid them speak for me; but were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of Caesar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny!"_

This oration fired the Roman people to mutiny, and Brutus and Cassius with
their followers fled from the city and prepared for war with Antony and
Octavius, who had suddenly returned to Rome.

The passionate quarrel between Brutus and Cassius in their military camp at
Sardis was a natural outcome of conspirators.

Cassius accused Brutus of having wronged him, and Brutus twitted his
brother assassin thus:

_"Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemned to have an itching palm,
To sell and mart your offices for gold
To undeservers!"_

Cassius fires back this reply:

_"I an itching palm?
You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
Or by the gods this speech were else your last!"_

The night before the battle of Philippi the spirit of Caesar appeared in the
tent of Brutus, who startles from a slumbering trance and exclaims:

_"Ha! who comes here?
I think it is the weakness of mine eyes,
That shapes this monstrous apparition.
It comes upon me! Art thou anything?
Art thou some god, some angel or some devil,
That makest my blood cold, and my hair to stare?
Speak to me, what thou art."_

The Ghost replies:

_"Thy evil spirit, Brutus!_

_Brutus: Why comest thou?_

_Ghost: To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi._

_Brutus: Well, then I shall see thee again?_

_Ghost: Ay, at Philippi!"_

The armies of Antony and Octavius and Brutus and Cassius meet in crash of
battle.

Cassius is hotly pursued by the enemy, and to prevent capture and
exhibition at Rome, craves the service of Pindrus to run him through with
his sword. He says:

_"Now be a freeman, and with this good sword
That ran through Caesar's bowels, search this bosom.
Stand not to answer; here, take thou the hilt;
And when my face is covered, as 'tis now,
Guide thou the sword; Caesar, thou art revenged,
Even with the sword that killed thee!"_ (Dies.)

Brutus is run to earth, and m