Camp near Sardis. Before Brutus’s tent.
He is at hand; and Pindarus is come To do you salutation from his master.
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.
I do not doubt But that my noble master will appear Such as he is, full of regard and honour.
He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius; How he received you, let me be resolved.
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.