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75. Street Scene: Brutus and Cassius.

Cassius. Will you go see the order of the course ?
Brutus. Not I.
Cas. I pray you, do.

Bru. I am not gamesome; I do lack some part
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;
I have not from your eyes that gentleness
And show of love as I was wont to have,
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
Over your friend that loves you.

Bru. Cassius,
Be not deceived: if I have veiled my look,
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Merely upon myself. Vexed I am,
Of late, with passions of some difference,
Conceptions only proper to myself,
Which give some soil perhaps to my behavior;
But let not therefore my good friends be griered,
Among which number, Cassius, be you one;
Nor construe any further my neglect,
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the show of love to other men.

Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much inistook your passion;
By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried
Thoughts of great value, worthly cogitations.
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face ?

Bru. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,
But by reflection by some other things.

Cas. 'Tis just.
And it is very inuch lamented, Brutus,
That you have no such mirrors as will turn
Your hidden worthiness into your eye,

That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
Where many of the best respect in Rome, -
Except immortal Cæsar, — speaking of Brutus,
And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
Have wished that noble Brutus had his 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 prepareu 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 you yet 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 protester; if you know,
That I 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.

Bru. What means this shouting? I du fear the peopie
Choose Cæsar for their king.

Cas. Ay, do you fear it?
Then must I 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?
If it be aught toward the general good,
Set honor in one eye, and death in the other,
And I will look on both indifferently:
For let the gods so speed me, as I love
The name of honor more than I fear death.

Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
As well as I do know your outward favor.
Well, honor is the subject of my story. -
I cannot tell what you and other men

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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 ; 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 Tiber chafing with its shores, Cæsar says to me, “ Dar'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 bade him follow ; so indeed he did. The torrent roared, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Cæsar cried, “Help me, Cassius, or I sink" I, as Æneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy opon his shoulder The old Anchises bear; so from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Cæsar; – and this man Is now become a god, and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body If Cæsar 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 color fly, And that same eye whose bend doth 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 cried, “Give me some drink, Titinius" As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth 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!
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 fauit, 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 names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meats doth this our Cæsar feed,
That he is grown so great ? Age, thou art shamed !
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods !
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was famed with more than with one man ?
When could they say, till now, that talked of Rome,
That her wide walls encompassed but one man ?
O, you and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Brutus once that would have brooked
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome,
As easily as a king.

Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous; What you would work me to, I have some aim; How I have thought of this, and of these times, I shall recount hereafter; for this present, I would not, – so with love I might entreat you, Be any further moved. What you have said,

I will consider ; what you have to say,
I will with patience hear; and find a time
Both meet to hear and answer such high things.
Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this;
Brutus had rather be a villager
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Under such hard conditions as this time
Is like to lay upon us.

Cas. I am glad that my weak words
Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.

SHAKSPEARS

76. The Quarrel of Brutus and Cassius.

Cassius. That you have wronged me, doth appear in thir : You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella, For taking bribes here of the Sardians; Wherein my letters -- praying on his side, Because I knew the man — were slighted of.

Brutus. You wronged yourself, to write in such a case,

Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet
That every nice offence should bear its comment.

Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemned to have an itching palm,
To sell and mart your offices for gold
To undeservers.

Cas. I an itching palm?
You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

Bru. The name of Cassius honors this corruption,
And chastisement doth therefore hide its head.

Cas. Chastisement! • Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember? Did not great Julius bleed for justice sake:

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