Scene III

Brutus’s tent.

That you have wrong’d me doth appear in this: You have condemn’d and noted Lucius Pella For taking bribes here of the Sardians; Wherein my letters, praying on his side, Because I knew the man, were slighted off.

In such a time as this it is not meet That every nice offence should bear his comment.

Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself Are much condemn’d to have an itching palm; To sell and mart your offices for gold To undeservers.

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

The name of Cassius honours this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.