Goes flow and fately by them; thrice he walk'd Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me And I with them the third night kept the watch: Form of the thing, each word made true and good, HAM. But where was this? 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 addrefs Itfelf to motion, like as it would fpeak, But even then the morning cock crew loud; 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, fay you? HOR. Arm'd, my lord. HOR. My lord, from head to foot. HAM. Then faw you not his face? HOR. Oyes, my lord: he wore his beaver up. HOR. A countenance more in forrow than in anger. HAM. Pale, or red? HOR. Nay, very pale. HAM. And fix'd his eyes upon you? HAM. I would I had been there! HOR. It would have much amaz'd you. HAM. Very like. Staid it long? HOR. While one with moderate hafte might tell hundred. HAM. His beard was grifled?—no. HOR. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A fable filver'd. HAM. I'll watch to night; perchance 'twill walk agains HOR. I warrant you it will. HAM. If it affumes my noble father's person, I'll speak to it, though Hell itself should gape, CHAP. XIV. BRUTUS AND CASSIUS. SHAKSPEARE. CAS. WILL you go fee the order of the course? BRU. Not I. CAS. I pray you, do. BRU. I am not gamesome ; I do lack fome part Of that quick fpirit that is in Anteny ; Let me not hinder, Caffius, your defires: I'll leave you. L CAS CAS. Brutus, I do obferve you now of late; I have not from your eyes that gentleness And show of love as I was wont to have; You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand BRU. Caffius, Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look, Which give fome foil perhaps to my behaviour; Than that poor Brutus, with himfelf at war, CAS. Then, Brutus, I have much miftook your paffion; And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That BRU. Into what dangers would you lead me, Caffius, That you would have me feek into my felf For that which is not in me? - CAS. CAS. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear; That of yourself which yet you know not of. To every new proteftor; if you know To all the rout; then hold me dangerous. BRU. What means this fhouting? I do fear the people Choose Cæfar for their king. CAS. Ay? do you fear it? Then muft 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? For let the gods so speed me, as I love In awe of fuch a thing as I myself. For once upon a raw and gufty day, The troubled Tiber chafing with his fhores, And bid him follow; fo indeed he did. Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did fhake. 'Tis true; this god did fhake; And that fame eye whofe bend does awe the world, Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans BRU. Another general fhout! I do believe, that the fe applaufes are For fome new honours that are heap'd on Cæfar. CAS. |