Cassius, Bru. Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look, Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviours; Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion: By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried 50 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, by some other things. Cas. 'Tis just: 55 And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you have no such mirrors as will turn Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself 65 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 70 That of yourself which you yet know not of. And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus: To every new protester; if you know 75 That I do fawn on men and hug them hard, Bru. What means this shouting? 80 Choose Cæsar for their king. [Flourish and shout. I do fear, the people Ay, do you fear it? Cas. Bru. I would not, Cassius, yet I love him well. 85 If it be aught toward the general good, 90 Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, For let the gods so speed me as I love The name of honour more than I fear death. Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, I cannot tell what you and other men 95 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: 100 For once, upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word, 105 Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow: so indeed he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it And stemming it with hearts of controversy. Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder 115 Did I the tired Cæsar. And this man Is now become a god; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body He had a fever when he was in Spain, 120 And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake; And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world 125 Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans 130 So get the start of the majestic world, 135 Bru. Another general shout! I do believe that these applauses are [Shout. Flourish For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar. Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates: 140 The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus, and Cæsar: what should be in that Cæsar? Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; 145 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 doth this our Cæsar feed, 150 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 155 That her wide walls encompass'd but one man? Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough, When there is in it but one only man. O, you and I have heard our fathers say There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd 160 The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome As easily as a king. Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous; I would not, so with love I might entreat you, I will with patience hear, and find a time Than to repute himself a son of Rome |