Page 2160 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

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. [70]
And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus.
Were I a common laughter, 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, [75]
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? [80]

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, [85]

Set honour in one eye, and death i’th’ other,
And I will look on both indifferently;
For let the gods so speed me as I love

The name of honour more than I fear death.

CASSIUS

I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, [90]
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