Set honour in one eye, and death i' the other, 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. Well, honour] is the subject of my story.I cannot tell, what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. I was born as free as Caesar; so were you: And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did. as Eneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Cæsar: And this man Is now become la god]; and Cassius 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 same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans (Shout. Flourish.) Bru. Another general shout! I do believe, that these applauses are For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar. Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and реер 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 uuderlings. Brutus, and Cæsar: What should be in that Cæsar? Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. (Shout.) Now in the names of all the gods at once, O! you and I have heard our fathers say, There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome, As easily as a king. Bru. That you do love me, J am nothing jealous; I will with patience hear: and find a time Brutus had rather be a villager, Then to repute himself a son of Rome Is like to lay upon us. Cas. I am glad that my weak words Have struck but thus much shew of fire from Brutus. |