SCENE II. Before Brutus' tent, in the camp near Sardis.
[Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, Titinius, and Soldiers; Pindarus
meeting them; Lucius at some distance.]
BRUTUS.
Stand, ho!
LUCILIUS.
Give the word, ho! and stand.
BRUTUS.
What now, Lucilius! is Cassius near?
LUCILIUS.
He is at hand; and Pindarus is come
To do you salutation from his master.
[Pindarus gives a letter to Brutus.]
BRUTUS.
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.
PINDARUS.
I do not doubt
But that my noble master will appear
Such as he is, full of regard and honour.
BRUTUS.
He is not doubted. — A word, Lucilius:
How he received you, let me be resolved.
LUCILIUS.
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.
