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.
HAM. Did you not speak to it?

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;
And at the found it fhrunk in haste away,
And vanish'd from our fight.

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.
HAM. What, look'd he frowningly ?

HOR. A count'nance more in forrow than in anger,
HAM. Pale, or red?

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,
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you
If you have hitherto conceal'd this fight,
Let it be ten'ble in your filence still :-
And whatsoever shall befal to-night,
Give it an understanding, but no tongue;
I will requite your love: fo fare you well.
Upon the platform 'twixt eleven and twelve
I'll vifit you.

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,
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Merely upon myfelf. Vexed I am

Of late with paffions of fome difference-
Conceptions only proper to myfelf;

Which give some foil perhaps to my behaviour:
But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd,
Among which number, Caffius, be you one;
Nor conftrue any farther my neglect,

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
Your hidden worthinefs into your eye,
That you might fee your fhadow. I have heard,
Where many of the best refpect in Rome,
(Except immortal Cæfar) fpeaking of Brutus,
And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.

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;
And fince you know you cannot see yourself

So well as by reflection; I, your glass,
Will modeftly discover to yourself

That of yourself which yet you know not of.

And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus :
Were I a common laugher, or did use
To ftale with ordinary oaths my love
To every new proteftor; if you know
That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard,
And after fcandal them; or if you know,
That I profefs myself in banqueting

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?
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 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
As well as I do know your outward favour.
Well, honour is the fubject of my ftory.-
I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life; but for my fingle felf,

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;
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 gufty day

The troubled Tyber chafing with his fhores,
Cafar fays to me, Dar'ft thou, Caffius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood
And fwim to yonder point?-Upon the word,
Accoutred as I was, I plung'd in,

And bid him follow; fo indeed he did.
The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it
With lufty finews; throwing it afide,
And ftemming it with hearts of controversy.
But ere we could arrive the point propos'd,
Cæfar cry'd-Help me, Caflius, or I fink!
I, as Æneas, our great ancestor,

Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
The old Anchifes bear; fo from the wayes of Tyber
Did I the tir'd Cæfar: and this man

Is now become a god; and Caffius is

A wretched creature, and muft bend his body,
If Cæfar 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 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