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Ham. What, look'd he frowningly?
Ham. His beard was grisl'd?—no
Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life; A sable silver'd.
Ham. I'll watch to-night; perchance 'twill walk again.
Hor. 1 warrant you, it will.
Ham. If it assumes my noble father's person,
BRUTUS AND CASSIUS,
Cas. WILL you go see the order of the course?
Bru. Not I.
Cas. I pray you do.
Bru. 1 am not gamesome ; I do not lack some part x
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony;
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; ,
I'll leave you.
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late;
Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look,
Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;
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,
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into mvself
For that which is not in me?
Cos. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear;
Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear the people
Choose Caesar for their king.
Then must I think you would not have it so.
Bru. I would not, Cassias; 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 Honour more than I fear Death.
As well as 1 do know your,gutward favour.
Well, honour is the subjecrof 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 Caesar; 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 Tybe.r chasing with his shores,
Caesar says to me, Dai'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 bid him follow; so indeed he did.
The torrent roar'd, and we did buffit it ,
With lusty sinews, throwing it aside,
And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
But ere we could arrive the point propos'd,
Caesar cry'd, help me, Cassius, or I sink.
I, as ./Eneas, our great ancestor,
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
The old Anchises bear; so from the waves of Tyber
Did I the tired Caesar: and this man
Is now become a god; and Cassius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
If Caesar 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 awe the world,
Did lose its lustre; I did hear him groan:
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 ^>th amaze me,
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world,
And bear the palm alone.
Bru. Another general shout!
Cos. Why man, he doth bestride the narrow world
To find ourselves dishonourable 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 Caesar—what should be in that Caesar?
Why should that name be sounded, more than yours?
Write them together; your's 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 Caesar.
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meats does this our Coesar 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 encompass'd but one man? '^'J
Oh! you and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Brutus, one that would have brooked '' 1,
Th' eternal devil, to keep his state in Rome
As easily as a king.
Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous; -'' . .
Than to repute himself a son of Rome