Stand, ho!
Stand, ho!
Stand, ho!
stand, ho
Lucilius is Brutus's loyal officer — thoughtful, observant, reliable. He appears here bringing an honest report about Cassius's changed behavior. His most dramatic moment comes in 5-4, where he will impersonate Brutus to protect him. For now, he is the trusted lieutenant whose careful observation launches the quarrel scene.
Give the word, ho! and stand.
Pass the word down! Everyone stop!
Pass the word down the line! Everyone halt!
pass the word stop
What now, Lucilius! is Cassius near?
What's going on, Lucilius? Is Cassius nearby?
What's the news, Lucilius? Is Cassius close?
whats up is cassius coming
He is at hand, and Pindarus is come
To do you salutation from his master.
He's arriving right now, and Pindarus is here to deliver a greeting from his master.
He's on his way, and Pindarus is here to greet you from him.
hes here pindarus greeting from 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.
That's a good greeting. Your master, Pindarus, in his changed behavior or through his bad advisors, has given me good reason to wish things had been done differently. But if he's here now, I'll be satisfied.
That's nice of him. Your master, Pindarus, whether from his own change or from bad people around him, has done things that made me wish he'd acted differently. But if he shows up now, we can clear this up.
hes changed or bad advisors made me wish hed done different but if hes here ok
Pindarus is Cassius's slave and most trusted attendant. He appears here briefly, bearing a letter. His most significant moment comes in 5-3, where Cassius will ask him to perform a terrible act of loyalty. Pay attention to the master-slave relationship: Cassius owns Pindarus, and Pindarus's obedience will cost both of them enormously.
I do not doubt
But that my noble master will appear
Such as he is, full of regard and honour.
I don't doubt that my noble master will appear as he truly is, full of respect and honor.
I'm sure my noble master will show up and prove he's a man of respect and honor.
master will show who he really is respectful honorable
He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius;
How he received you, let me be resolv’d.
I don't doubt him. A word with you, Lucilius. Tell me how he treated you.
I'm not doubting him. But Lucilius, I need to know—how did he treat you when you met him?
how did he treat u
With courtesy and with respect enough,
But not with such familiar instances,
Nor with such free and friendly conference,
As he hath us’d of old.
He was polite and respectful, but not as warm and familiar, without the open, friendly conversation he used to have.
He was courteous and respectful enough, but not warm like he used to be. The conversation wasn't free and friendly like before.
polite but not warm not like before
Thou hast describ’d
A hot friend cooling. Ever note, Lucilius,
When love begins to sicken and decay
It useth an enforced ceremony.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith;
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
Make gallant show and promise of their mettle;
You've just described a warm friend becoming cold. Remember this, Lucilius: when affection starts to sicken and die, it hides behind forced politeness. Real faith has no tricks, but hollow men, like eager horses, make a showy display and promise courage.
That's what happens when a warm friend goes cold. And remember this: when love starts to die, it hides behind fake politeness. Real friendship doesn't have tricks, but men with nothing inside them, like show-off horses, they make big promises and look impressive.
warm friend going cold fake politeness when love dies real friendship no tricks empty ppl just show off
But when they should endure the bloody spur,
They fall their crests, and like deceitful jades
Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?
But when they must endure the harsh demands of battle, they lose their pride, and like worn-out horses, they fail under the trial. Is his army approaching?
But when the real test comes—when they have to face combat—they lose their nerve. They're like broken-down horses that look fine until you actually ride them into battle. So is his army on its way?
when it's time to fight they lose their nerve like worn-out horses they fail the test is his army coming?
Brutus's unfinished metaphor about 'horses hot at hand' who 'fall their crests and sink in the trial' is cut off by Cassius's arrival — Shakespeare's way of making the observation feel live and interrupted rather than prepared. But the image matters. Brutus is describing men who perform well when nothing is at stake and fail under real pressure. He is talking about Cassius, or beginning to. The irony is that Brutus himself will make the catastrophic strategic error of Act 4 — overruling Cassius's sound military judgment in 4-3 to march to Philippi — which looks exactly like the behavior he's describing: confident at rest, wrong under pressure.
They meant this night in Sardis to be quarter’d;
The greater part, the horse in general,
Are come with Cassius.
They planned to camp in Sardis tonight. Most of them, especially the cavalry, came with Cassius.
They were supposed to camp in Sardis tonight. Most of the troops, especially the cavalry, came with Cassius.
camping in sardis most troops with cassius
Hark! he is arriv’d.
March gently on to meet him.
Listen! He's arrived. Let's walk calmly to meet him.
He's here! Let's go meet him calmly.
hes here lets go meet him
Stand, ho!
Stand, ho!
Stand, ho!
stand, ho
Stand, ho! Speak the word along.
Stop! Pass the command along the line.
Halt everyone! Repeat the order down the line.
stop pass the word down
Stand!
Stand!
Stand!
stand
Stand!
Stand!
Stand!
stand
Stand!
Stand!
Stand!
stand
Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.
Most noble brother, you have wronged me.
My brother, my noble friend, you've hurt me.
u did me wrong
Judge me, you gods; wrong I mine enemies?
And if not so, how should I wrong a brother?
Gods, judge me: do I wrong my enemies? If not, how could I possibly wrong my brother?
Gods, tell me—would I even wrong my enemies? If I wouldn't, how could I wrong my brother?
gods judge would i wrong enemies so how could i wrong u
Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs;
And when you do them—
Brutus, your calm manner hides the wrongs you've done, and when you commit them—
Brutus, your calm, serious way covers up the wrong things you've done. And when you actually do them—
ur calm manner hides wrongs
Cassius, be content.
Speak your griefs softly, I do know you well.
Before the eyes of both our armies here,
Which should perceive nothing but love from us,
Let us not wrangle. Bid them move away;
Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
And I will give you audience.
Cassius, be patient. Tell me what's wrong, quietly. I know you well. But not in front of our armies, who should see only love between us. Let's not fight. Tell them to move away. Then in my tent, Cassius, tell me everything bothering you, and I'll listen to all of it.
Cassius, calm down. Tell me what's wrong, quietly. I know you. But not here, in front of both armies—they need to see we're united. Tell them to back off. Then in my tent, you can tell me everything, and I'll listen to it all.
cassius chill tell me whats wrong quietly not here armies watching tell troops to leave in tent u can vent
Pindarus,
Bid our commanders lead their charges off
A little from this ground.
Pindarus, tell our commanders to lead their troops a little way from here.
Pindarus, have our commanders move their troops a little bit away from this spot.
pindarus move troops away
Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man
Come to our tent till we have done our conference.
Lucius and Titinius, guard our door.
Lucilius, do the same. Don't let anyone come to our tent until we've finished our conversation. Lucius and Titinius, guard the entrance.
Lucilius, you do the same thing. And nobody comes to our tent until we're done talking. Lucius and Titinius, stand guard outside.
lucilius do same no one in tent till done guard door
The Reckoning
This brief scene functions as the frame for 4-3's quarrel. Its most important content is Brutus's observation about declining friendship: 'When love begins to sicken and decay, it useth an enforced ceremony.' Brutus reads Cassius's formality as a diagnosis — and he is right. The scene is also the last time either general will have their full armies around them in a moment of relative peace. Everything that follows is collapse.
If this happened today…
Two co-founders of a startup haven't spoken in weeks. One sends an emissary to check in: the other was 'professional but distant' — not warm, not forthcoming. The first co-founder knows exactly what this means: the relationship is deteriorating. When the second founder shows up at the office, she immediately says, 'We need to talk — privately.' They close the conference room door.