Read this extract, and then answer the question that follows it: Brutus: Remember March, the ides of March remember: Did not great Julius bleed for justice sake? What villain touch’d his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog and bay the moon Than such a Roman. Cassius: Brutus, bait not me! I’ll not endure it. You forget yourself, To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I, Older in practice, abler than yourself To make conditions. Brutus: Go to; you are not, Cassius. Cassius: I am. Brutus: I say you are not. Cassius: Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no farther. Brutus: Away, slight man! Cassius: Is’t possible? Brutus: Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? Cassius: O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this? Brutus: All this? Ay, more! Fret till your proud heart break. Go show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen Though it do split you; for from this day forth I’ll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish. Cassius: Is it come to this? Brutus: You say you are a better soldier. Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well. For mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cassius: You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said an elder soldier, not a better. Did I say ‘better’? Brutus: If you did, I care not. Cassius: When Caesar liv’d, he durst not thus have mov’d me. Brutus: Peace, peace! You durst not so have tempted him. Cassius: I durst not? Brutus: No. Cassius: What, durst not tempt him? Brutus: For your life you durst not. Cassius: Do not presume too much upon my love; I may do that I shall be sorry for. Brutus: You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am arm’d so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not. I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me; For I can raise no money by vile means.