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
except as if grinning sarcastically at himself for "being moved to
smile at anything." Caesar said that such men were never at heart's
ease while they could see a bigger man than themselves, and therefore
such men were dangerous. "Come on my right hand, for this ear is
deaf, and tell me truly what thou think'st of him." (That's a touch,
for deafness in people affected that way is usually greater in the
left ear.)
When Lucilius returned from taking a message from Brutus to Cassius
_re_ the loan of the fivers aforementioned and other matters--and
before the arrival of Cassius with his horse and foot, and the
quarrel--Brutus asked Lucilius what sort of a reception he had, and
being told "With courtesy and respect enough," he remarked, "Thou
hast described a hot friend cooling," and so on. But Cassius will
cool no more until death cools him to-morrow at Philippi.
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