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

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

This it is: ’Tis better that the enemy seek us: So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still, Are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness.

Good reasons must, of force, give place to better. The people ’twixt Philippi and this ground Do stand but in a forced affection; For they have grudged us contribution: The enemy, marching along by them, By them shall make a fuller number up, Come on refresh’d, new-added, and encouraged; From which advantage shall we cut him off, If at Philippi we do face him there, These people at our back.