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Ham. Indeed, indeer!, Sir, but this troubles me. Hold you
the watch to night? Hor. We do, my lord. Ham. Arm'd, say you? Hor. Arm’d,
lord. Ham. From top tv toe? Hor. My lord, from head to foot. HAM. "Then saw you not his face? -Hor. O yes, my lord: he wore his beaver up. Ham. Wha, look'd he frowningly? Hor. A count'nance more in sorrow than in anger. Ham. Pale, or red ? Hor. Nay, very pale. Ham. And fix'd his eyes upon you? Hor. Most constantly. Ham. I would I had been there! Hor. It would have much amaz'd you. НАМ. Very like. Staid it long? Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a hun
dred. HAM. His beard was grizzl'd ?-no.-Hok.
. It was, as I bave seen it in his life, A sable silver't.
Ham. I'll watch to-night; perchance 'twill walk again
Hor. I warrant you it will.
HAM. If it assumes my noble father's person,
I'll speak to it, thuugh hell itself should gape,
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you,
If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,
Let it be ten'ble in your silence still;
And whatsoever shall befall to-night,
Give it an understanding, but no tongue:
I will requite your love: so fare ye
well.. Upon the platform 'twixt eleven and twelve
Will you go see the order of the course?
BRU, Not I.
Cas. I pray you, do.
Bru. I am not gamesome; I do lack some part
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony;
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires ;
I'll leave you.
CA's. Brutus, I do observe you now of laté;
I have not from your eyes that gentleness
And show of love as I was wont to have;
You bear tvo stubborn and too strange a hans
friend that loves you.
Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look,
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Merely upon myself. Vexed I am
Of late with passions of some difference,
Conceptions only proper to myself';
Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviour ;
But let not therefore ny good friends be griev'd,
Among which number, Cassius, be you one;
Nor construe any farther my neglect,
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the show of love to other men.
Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passions
By means whereof, this breast of mine hath böriech
Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
Bru. No, Cassius ; for the eye sees not itself,
But by reflection from some other thing.
Cas. "Tis just.
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you have no such mirror as will turn
Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
Where many of the best respect in Rome,
(Except immortal Cæsar,) speaking of Brutus,
And groaniig underneath this age's yoke,
Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.
Bru. Into what dangers woulr?
me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself, For that which is not in me?
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear;
And since you know you cannot see yourself
So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Will modestly discover to yourself
That of yourself which yet you know not of.
And be niot jealous of me, gentle Brutus :
Were I a common laugher, or did use
To stale with ordinary oaths ту
To every new protester; if you know,
That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard,
And after scandal them; or if you know,
That I profess in yself in banqueting
To all the rout; then hold me dangerous.
Bro. What means this shouting? I do fear the people
Choose Cæsar for their king.
Ay, do you fear it?
Then must I think you would not hare it so.
Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well.
But wherefore do you hold me here so long?
What is it that you would impart to me?
If it be aught toward the general good,
Set Honour in one eye, and Death i'th' other,
And I will look on Death indifferently:
For let the gods so speed me, as I love
The name of Honow more than I fear Death.
Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
As well as I do know your outward favour.
Well, honour is the subject of my story,
I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life: but for my single self,
I had as lief not be, as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself,
I was born free as Cæsar; so were you:
We both have fed as well; and we can both
Endure the winter's cold as well as he.
For once upon a raw and gusty day,
The troubled Tiber chafing with his shores,
says me, Dar'st thou, Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood,
And swim to yonder point?-Upon the word,
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in
And bade him follow; so indeed he did.
The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it
With lusty sinews, throwing it aside,
And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
Bui ere we could arrive at the point proposid,
Cæsar cry'd, Help me, Cassius, or I sink.
I, as Æneas, our great ancestor,,
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder !
The old Anchises bear; so from the waves of Tiber
Did I the tired Cæsar: and this man
Is now become a god; and Cassius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him.
He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake. 'Tis true, this god did shake;
His coward lips did from their colour fly,
And that same eye whose bend does ane the world,
Did lose its lustre; I did hear him groani
Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans
Mark him, and write his speeches in their books,
Alas! it cry’d-Give me some drink, Titinius-
As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me,
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of this majestic world,
And bear the palm alone.
BRU. Another general shout!
I do believe ihat these applauses are
For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar.
CAs. Why man, he doib bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus! and we petty, men
Walk under his huge legs, and prep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates ;
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are undelings.
Brutus- and Cæsar--what should be in that Cæsar?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Write them togeiher; yours is as fair a name:
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar.
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat does this our Cæsar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham'd;
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods.
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was fam’d with more than with one man?
When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide walls enconipass’d but one man?
Oh! you and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd
Th' eternal devil, to keep his state in Rome
As easily as a king.
Bru." That you do love me, I am nothing jealous
would work me to, I have some aim:
How I have thought of this, and of these times,
I shall recount hereafter; for this present,
I would not (so with love I might entreat you)
Be any further mov'd. What you have said,
I will consider; what you have to say,
I will with patience hear; and find a time
Both meet to hear, and answer such high things.
Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:
Brutus had rather be a villager,
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Under such hard conditions as this time
Is like to lay upon us.
CAs. I am glad that my weak words
Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus,