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Sooth, Beware the ides of March.
What man is that? Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of
March. Cæs. Set him before me, let me see his face. Cus. Fellow, come from the throng: Look upon
Cæsar. Cæs. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again. Sooth. Beware the ides of March. Cæs. He is a dreamer; let us leave him;--pass.' [Sennet
Exeunt all but Brutus and Cassius.
Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
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.
Cassius, Be not deceiv’d: If I have veil'd 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 behaviours ; But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd; (Among which number, Cassius, be you one;) Nor construe any further my neglect, 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? Bru. No, Cassius: for the
eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.
Cas. 'Tis just :
have such mirrors, as will turn
would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepard to hear : And, since
know you cannot see yourself
[Flourish, and shout. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the
people 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 honour in one eye, and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently: For, let the gods so speed me, as I love The name of honour more than I fear death.
Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
As well as I do know your outward favour.
How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake:
world, Like a Colossus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time 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. [Shout. Now in the names of all the gods at once,