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Hor. Arm'd, my lord.
a hundred. Ham. His beard was grisl'd? Hor. It
I have seen it in his life, A sable silver'd. Ham. I'll watch to night; perchance 'twill walk
again. Hor. I warrant you,
it will. Ham. If it assumes my
person, I'll speak to it, tho' hell itself should gape, And bid me hold my peace. I pray yoy, If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight, Let it be ten'ble in your silence still: And whatsoever shall befal to night, Give it an understanding, but no tongue; I will requite your love: so fare
well. Upon the platform 'twixt eleven and twelve
CHA P. X I V.
Brutus and Cassius.
ILL you go see the order of the course?
Bru. Not I.
Bru. I am not gamesome; I do lack some part
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late :
friend that loves you.
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 my 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 shew of love to other men. Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your
passion; By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried 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.
have no such mirror as will turn
many of the best respect in Rome, (Except immortal Cæsar) speaking of Brutus, And groaning underneath this age's yoke, Have wish'd that noble Brutus had bis
eyes. Bru. Into what dangers would you
lead 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
every new protestor ; if you know,
Cas. Ay, do you fear it?
Bru. I would not Cassius ; yet I love him well, But wherefore do
hold me here so long?
Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
and other men
And swim to yonder point? Upon the word,
the start of the majestic world, And bear the palm alone.
Bru. Another general shout!
graves. Men, at sometimes,
are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus , is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Cæsar what should be in that
Why should that name be sounded more than
that talk'd of Rome That her wide walls encompass'd but one man ? Oh! you and I have heard our fathers
say There was a Brutus, one 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; What you
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 intreat 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 moet 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 Brus tus,