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Let me not hinder, Cafius, your desires;
I'll leave you.

Caf. Brutus, I do observe you now of late;
I have not from your eyes that gentleness
And shew of love, as I was wont to have ;
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
Over your " friend that loves you,

Bru. Caffius,
Be not deceiv'd: If I havę veil'd my look,
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Mcerly 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, Cafius, be you one)
Nor construe

any

further my neglect,
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shews of love to other men.

Caj. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion,
By means whereof this breast of inine hath buried
Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?

Bru. No, Cafius; for the eye fees not ° itself,
But by reflection, P by some other things.

m so the ift f. T. H. W. J. and C; baviour. the 2d and 3d f. friends tbat loves you ;

• The three last fo's, bimself for is. the 4th f. R. and P. friends obat love felf. you.

P So the fo's, R. and C; the rest read * So the fo's, J. and C; the rest, be- from for by.

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Caf. 'Tis juft:
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 Cæfar, speaking of Brutus,
And groaning underneath this age's yoak,
Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his

eyes.
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cafius?
That you would have me seek into myself
For that which is not in me?

Caf. 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 modestly discover to yourself
That of yourself which 9 yet you 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
That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard,

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9 The two first fo's, you get for yet seems to have misunderstood the drift of you.

the poet ; a low buffoon, who is com* So the fo's; the rest, of for on. monly laughed at, is not the idea be in.

s The fo's and R.'s octavo read laugh- tended, but one who, without regard to ter, which Mr. Seward, in his notes on friendship or any other consideration, Blaunront and Flercber, (Note 10 of the abuses the indulgent confidence of his Faitbful Shepberdess) thinks a fronger friends, in order to expose them to the word to express a low buffoon than laughter of the first company he comes leugber. “ But (says Heatb in loc.) ha into."

And

And after scandal them; or if you know,

That I profess' myself in banqueting
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. [Shout withix.

Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear the people
Chuse Cæfar for their king.
Caf. Ay, do

you

fear it
Then must I think you would not have it so.

Bru. I would not, Caffius; 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' th other,
And I will look on both indifferently:
For let the gods fo {peed me, as I love
The name of honour, more than I fear death.

Caf. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
As well as I do know your outward favour,
Well, honour is the subject of my story.
I cannot tell, what

you

and other men
Think of this life; but * for my single felf,
I had as lief not be, as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
I was born free as Cæfar, so were you ;
We both have fed as well; and we can both
Endure the winter's cold as well as he.

• The three laft fo's omit myself W. in loc. Upror's Critical Observa.

† All but C. direct [Flourish and tions, 2d edit. p. 314 ; and Heart's fbout.

Revisal in loc. » T. H. W. and J. read dealb for * The three laf fo's omit for. borb. This is Wi's emendation. See

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For once, upon a raw and gusty day,
The troubled Tyber Y chafing with a his shores,
Cæfar 2 said to me, Dar'st thou, Caffius, 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 bad him follow fo indeed he did.
The torrent roard; and we did buffet it
With lusty, sinews, throwing it afide,
And stemming it with hearts of controversy :
• But ere we could arrive the point propos’d,
Cæfar cry'd, Help ine, Cafius, or I fink.
I, as Æneas, our great ancestor,
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
The old Anchises bear, fo, from the waves of Tyber,
Did I the tired Cæfar: And this man
Is now become a god; and Cnfius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
IfCafar carelessly but nod on him.
He had a f fever when he was in Spuin,
And when the fit was on hin, I did mark
How he did shake; 'tis true this god did lake,
His coward lips did from their colour fly;
And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world,

y The 2d and 3d fo's, chafing. c P.'s duodecimo, T. W. and 7. bid z The fo's read ber for bis.

for bad. a All but first f. and C. Says for d Pi's duodecimo, be for we. said.

e Ri's octavo reads, But e'er we could b The three last fo's, Accounted for we arrive, &c. Accoutred.

.

f Second f. feaber,

Did & lole h his luftre; I did hear him groan:
Ay, and that tongue of his, that bad the Romans
Mark him, and i write his speeches in their books,
Alas! it cry'd, Give me some drink, Titinius,
As a fick girl. Ye gods it doth amaze me,
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world,
And hear the palm alone.

[* Shout.
Bru. Another general shout!
I do believe, that these applauses are
For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæfar.

Caf. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Coloffus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at foine time are masters of their fates
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus, and Cæfar :-What should be in that Cafar?
Why should that name be founded 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 'em ",

peep a bout

: The three first fo's, loose.

i So the fo's and C; the reft, fome h So all before P; he and all after, times, it's for bis.

m C. tbem for 'em. i The two laft fo's, writ for write. n The two last fo's add man after

* All editions but C, to Sbout add 'em. Flourif.

Brutus

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