The apparition comes. I knew your father; 'Thefe hands are not more like. HAM. But where was this ? HOR. My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd. HOR. My lord, I did; But anfwer made it none. Yet once methought It lifted up its head, and did addrefs Itfelf to motion, like as it would speak, But even then the morning cock crew loud; HAM. 'Tis very strange! HOR. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true; And we did think it writ down in our duty To let you know of it. HAM. Indeed, indeed, Sir, but this troubles me. Hold you the watch to night? HOR. We do, my lord. HAM. Arm'd, fay you? HOR. Arm'd, my lord. HAM. From top to toe? HOR. My lord, from head to foot. HAM. Then faw you not his face? HOR. Oh! yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up. HOR. A count'nance more in forrow than in anger, HOR. Nay, very pale. HAM. And fix'd his eyes upon you? HOR. Moft conftantly. HAM. I would I had been there! HOR. HOR. It would have much amaz'd you. HAM. Very like. Staid it long? HOR. While one with moderate hafte might tell a hundred. HAM. His beard was grifl'd-no HOR. It was, as I have feen it in his life, A fable filver'd; HAM. I'll watch to-night; perchance 'twill walk again. HOR. I warrant you, it will. HAM. If it affumes my noble father's perfon I'll fpeak to it, tho' hell itself should gape, SHAKSPEARE CHAP. XIV. BRUTUS AND CASSIUS. CAS. WILL you go fee the order of the courfe? BRU. Not I. CAS. I pray you, do. BRU. I am not gamefome; I do lack fome part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony; Let me not hinder, Caffius, your defires; I'll leave you. CAS. Brutus, I do obferve you now of late; I have not from your eyes that gentleness And fhew of love as I was wont to have; You bear too ftubborn and too strange a hand Over your friend that loves you. BRU. Caffius, Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look, Of late with paffions of fome difference- Which give some foil perhaps to my behaviour: Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Forgets the fhew of love to other men. CAS. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your paffion; By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Tell me, good Brutus, can you fee your face? BRU. No, Caffius; for the eye fees not itself, But by reflection from fome other thing. CAS. 'Tis juft. And it is very much lamented, Brutus, 'That you have no fuch mirror as will turn BRU. Into what dangers would you lead me, Caffius, That That you would have me feek into myself For that which is not in me? CAS. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear; So well as by reflection; I, your glass, That of yourself which yet you know not of. And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus : To all the route; then hold me dangerous. BRU. What means this fhouting? I do fear the people Choose Cæfar for their King... CAS. Ay, do you fear it? Then I must think you would not have it fo. BRU. I would not, Caffius; yet I love him well. But wherefore do you hold me here fo long? For let the gods fo fpeed me, as I love The name of honour more than I fear Death. you, Brutus, CAS. I know that virtue to be in I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of fuch a thing as I myself. I was born free as Cæfar; fo were you; The troubled Tyber chafing with his fhores, And bid him follow; fo indeed he did. Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder Is now become a god; and Caffius is A wretched creature, and muft bend his body, 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 fame eye whose bend does awe the world, Did lofe its luftre; I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his fpeeches in their books, 'Alas! it cry'd-Give me fome drink, Titinius |