No Fear Shakespeare: Julius Caesar: Act 4 Scene 2

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Drum. Enter BRUTUS with LUCIUS, LUCILLIUS, and the army. TITINIUS and PINDARUS meet them	A drum plays. BRUTUS, LUCILLIUS, LUCIUS, and SOLDIERS enter. TITINIUS and PINDARUS meet them.
BRUTUS Stand, ho!	BRUTUS Stop.
LUCILLIUS Give the word, ho, and stand.	LUCILLIUS Pass on the command to halt!
BRUTUS What now, Lucillius? Is Cassius near?	BRUTUS What’s happening now, Lucillius? Is Cassius nearby?
LUCILLIUS He is at hand, and Pindarus is come 5To do you salutation from his master.	LUCILLIUS He’s nearby, and Pindarus has come to salute you on behalf of his master.
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 10I shall be satisfied.	BRUTUS He sends his greetings through a good man. Your master, Pindarus, either because he’s changed his mind or been influenced by bad officers, has made me wish we hadn’t done some of the things we did. If he’s nearby, I want an explanation.
PINDARUS I do not doubt But that my noble master will appear Such as he is, full of regard and honor.	PINDARUS I have no doubt that my noble master will prove himself to be what he is: honorable and noble.
BRUTUS He is not doubted.—A word, Lucillius. (takes LUCILLIUS aside) 15How he received you, let me be resolved.	BRUTUS I don’t doubt him. Can I have a word with you, Lucillius? (takes LUCILLIUS aside) Tell me how Cassius treated you. Put my mind at rest.
LUCILLIUS 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.	LUCILLIUS He received me with courtesy and sufficient respect, but not with affection, nor with as much open and friendly conversation as he once greeted me.
BRUTUS Thou hast described 20A hot friend cooling. Ever note, Lucillius, When love begins to sicken and decay, It useth an enforcèd ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith. But hollow men, like horses hot at hand, 25Make gallant show and promise of their mettle.	BRUTUS You’ve described a warm friend who’s cooling off. Remember this, Lucillius. When a friend starts to get sick of you, he treats you artificially. Plain and simple loyalty doesn’t make anyone act phony. But insincere men, like horses who are too lively at the start of a race, make a big show of their spirit.