In that one woman I have lost for ever! To be thy lord and master. Seek the king, That sun I pray may never set; I've told him What and how true thou art; he will advance thee: Some little memory of me will stir him, I know his noble nature, not to let Thy hopeful service perish too. Good Cromwell, Neglect him not; make use now, For thine own future safety. Crom. O my lord, and provide Must I then leave you? Must I needs forego Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear Let's dry our eyes; and thus far hear me, Cromwell, And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no mention Corruption wins not more than honesty. To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Thy God's, and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king And prithee lead me in There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny- 'tis the king's. My robe, I dare now call my own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Crom. Good sir, have patience. Cassius. Will you go see the order of the course? Cas. I pray you, do. Bru. I am not gamesome; I do lack some part Of that quick spirit that is in Anthony ; Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late ; Bru. Cassius, Be not deceived; if I have veiled my look, Of late, with passions of some difference, Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviours: Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Forgets the shows 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? But by reflection by some other things. Cas. 'Tis just; And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you have no such mirrors as will turn That you might see your shadow. I have heard Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear, Will modestly discover to yourself That of yourself which you yet know not of. And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus; Were I a common laugher, or did use That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear the people Choose Cæsar for their king. Cas. Ay, do you fear it? Then I must think you would not have 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? For, let the gods so speed me, as I love The name of honor more than I fear death. As well as I do know your outward favor. 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: And swim to yonder point? - Upon the word, And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did. The torrent roared, and we did buffet it Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tyber Did I the tired Cæsar: and this man, Is now become a god; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake. 'Tis true, this god did shake: A man of such a feeble temper should Bru. Another general shout! I do believe that these applauses are For some new honors that are heaped on Cæsar. Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus: and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable graves. Men at some times 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 Cæsar? |