The apparition comes. I knew
These hands are not more like.

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,
And vanish'd from our fight.

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.
HAM. What, look'd he frowningly?

HOR. A count'nance more in forrow than in anger.
HAM. Pale, or red?

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,
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you
If you have hitherto conceal'd this fight,
Let it be terrible in your filence ftill:
And whatsoever shall befal to night,
Give it an understanding but no tongue;
I will requite your love: fo fare ye well.
Upon the platform 'twixt eleven and twelve

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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
Over your friend that loves you.

Be not deceived: if I have veil'd

my look,
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Merely upon myfelf. Vexed I am
Of late with paffions of fome difference,
Conceptions only proper to myself;

Which give fome foil perhaps to my behaviour:
But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd,
Among which number, Caffius, be you one;
Nor conftrue any farther my neglect,

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
Your hidden worthinefs into your eye,

That you might fee your shadow. I have heard,
Where many of the best refpect in Rome,
(Except immortal Cæfar) fpeaking of Brutus,
And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.

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 :
Were I a common laugher, or did ufe
To ftale with ordinary oaths my love

To every new protestor; if you know,

That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard,
And after scandal them; or if you know,

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?
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 Death indifferently:
For let the gods fo fpeed 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.
Well, honour is the fubject of my story.-
I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life; but for my fingle felf,

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;
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 gufty day,

The troubled Tyber chafing with his fhores,
Cæfar fays to me, Dar'ft thou, Caffius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood,
And fwim to yonder point?-Upon the word,
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,

And bid him follow; fo indeed he did.
The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it
With lufty finews; throwing it afide,
And ftemming it with hearts of controversy.
But ere we could arrive the point propos'd,
Cæfar cry'd, help me, Caffius, or I fink.
I, as Æneas, our great anceftor,

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,
If Cæfar 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 colour fly,

And that fame eye whose bend does awe the world,
Did lofe its luftre; I did hear him groan :
Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans
Mark him, and write his fpeeches in their books,
Alas! it cry'd-Give me fome drink, Titinius

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