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Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
face? Bru. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection from some other thing.
Cas. "Tis just,
have no such mirror as will turn
eyes. Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself, For that which is not in me?
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear; And since you know you cannot see yourself, So well as by reflection; I, your glass, Will modestly 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 stale with ordinary oaths my love, To every new protestor; if you know, That 1 do fawn on men, and hug them hard, And after scandal them; or if you know That I profess myself in banqueting To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
[Flourish and Snouts. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear the people Chuse Cæsar for their king.
Cus. Ay, do you fear it?
Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well. Lut wherefore do
you hold me here so long?
Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
Bru. Another general shout! I do believe, that these applauses are For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar. Cat. 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 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 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 : Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well: Weigh them, it is as heavy : conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit, as soon as Cæsar. Now, in the name of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar 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 food, But it was fam'd with more than with one man?
When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome,
and I have heard our fathers say,
Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
would work me to, I have some aim;
Cos. I am glad that my weak words
Bru. The games are done, and Cæsar is returning.
Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve,
Enter Cesar and his Train.
Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is.
Cæs. Let me have men about me that are fat,
Ant. Fear him not, Cæsar, he's not dangerous :
Cæs. Would he were fatter; but I fear him not: Yet, if my name were liable to fear,
I do not know the man I should avoid,
spare Cassius. He reads much; He is a great observer; and he looks Quite through the deeds of men. He loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music: Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort, As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit, 'That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease, Whilst they behold a greater than themselves ; And therefore are they very dangerous. I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd, Than what I fear : for always I am Cæsar. Come, tell me truly, what thou think'st of him.
[Exeunt CÆSAR and his Train. Casca. You pulled me by the cloak; would you speak with me?
Bru. Ay, Casca, tell us what hath chanc'd, to-day, That Casar looks so sad.
Casca. Why, you were with him, were you not?
chanced. Casca. Why, there was a crown offered him; and being offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand, thus, and then the people fell a-shouting.
Bru. What was the second noise for ?
Casca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler than the other; and at every putting by mine honest neighbours shouted,
Casca. I can as well be hanged, as tell the manner of it; it was mere foolery, I did not mark it.