CASSIUS
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. BRUTUS
Cassius, Be not deceived: 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 behaviors; But let not therefore my good friends be grieved 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. CASSIUS
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? BRUTUS
No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things. CASSIUS
'Tis just: And it is very much 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 Caesar, speaking of Brutus And groaning underneath this age's yoke, Have
wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. BRUTUS
Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which
is not in me? CASSIUS
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 you yet know not of. And
be not jealous on 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.
Flourish, and shout BRUTUS
What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Choose Caesar for their king. CASSIUS
Ay, do you fear it? Then must I think you would not have it so. BRUTUS
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
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