The apparition comes. I knew HAM. But where was this? your father: HOR. My Lord, upon the platform where we watch'd. HAM. Did you not speak to it? HOR. My Lord I did; But answer made it none. Yet once methought It lifted up its head, and did address Itself to motion, like as it would speak, But even then the morning cock crew loud; And at the found it shrunk in haste away, HAM. 'Tis very strange. HOR. As I do live, my honour'd Lord, 'tis true; And we did think it writ down in our duty To let you know of it. HAM. Indeed, indeed, Sir, but this troubles me. Hold you the watch to-night? HOR. We do, my Lord. HAM. Arm'd, say you ? HOR. Arm'd, my Lord. HAM. From top to toe? HOR. My Lord, from head to foot. HAM. Then 'faw you not his face? HOR. Oh, yes, my Lord; he wore his beaver up. HOR. A count'nance more in forrow than in anger. HOR. Nay, very pale. HAM. And fix'd his eyes upon you? HOR. Most constantly. HAM. I would I had been there! HOR. HOR. It would have much amaz'd you. HAM. Very like. Staid it long? HOR. While one with moderate hafte might tell a hundred, HAM. His beard was grifl'd ?-no. HOR. It was, as I have feen it in his life, A fable filver'd. HAM. I'll watch to-night; perchance 'twill walk again. HOR. I warrant you, it will. HAM. If it affume my noble father's perfon, I'll fpeak to it, tho' hell itself should gape, I'll vifit you.. SHAKESPEARS С НА Р. XIV. CAS. BRUTUS AND CASSIUS. WILL you go fee the order of the course ? BRU. Not I. CAS. I pray you, do. BRU. I am not gamefome; I do lack some part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony : Let me not hinder, Caffius, your defires; I'll leave you. CAS. Brutus, I do obferve you now of late; I have not from your eyes that gentleness And And fhow of love as I was wont to have; You bear too ftubborn and too strange a hand Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look, Which give fome foil perhaps to my behaviour: Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Frogets the fhews of love to other men. CAS. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your paffion; By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Tell me, good Brutus, can you fee your face? BRU, No, Caffius; for the eye fees not itself, But by reflection from fome other thing. CAS. 'Tis juft. And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you have no fuch mirror as will turn That you might fee your shadow. I have heard, IRU. Into what dangers would you lead me, Caffius, That That you would have me feek into myself For that which is not in me? CAS. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear; And fince you know you cannot fee yourself So well as by reflection, I, your glass, Will modeftly discover to yourself That of yourself which yet you know not of. And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus : To every new protestor; if you know, That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, That I profefs myself in banqueting To all the rout; then hold me dangerous. BRU. What means this fhouting? I do fear the people Chufe Cæfar for their King. CAS. Ay, do you fear it? Then must I think you would not have it fo. BRU. I would not, Caffius; yet I love him well. But wherefore do you hold me here fo long? If it be aught toward the general good, CAS. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of fuch a thing as I myself. I was born free as Cæfar; fo were you; For once upon a raw and gufty day, The troubled Tyber chafing with his fhores, And bid him follow; fo indeed he did. Did from the flames of Troy upon his fhoulder The old Anchifes bear; fo from the waves of Tyber Did I the tired Cæfar: and this man Is now become a god; and Caffius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, 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; And that fame eye whose bend does awe the world, As |