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CH A P. XI I I.
Hamlet and Horatio. Hor. Hm, to your lordship
! Ham. I am glad to see you well; Horatio-or I do forget myself.
Hor. The same, my Lord, and your poor servant
Ham. Sir, my good friend ; I'll change that
you. And what makes you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord.
Ham, I would not hear your enemy say so ; Nor shall
do mine ear that violence,
affair in Elsinore? We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. Hor. My Iord, I came to see your father's fuo
neral. Ham. I pr’ythee do not mock me, fellow-stư
dent; I think it was to see my mother's wedding.
Hor. Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon't.
Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
With an attentive ear; till I deliver ,
Ham. For Heaven's love , let me hear.
Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen,
Arm'd at all points exactly, cap-à-pe,
The apparition comes. I knew your father;
Ham. But where was this?
Hor. My lord, I did :
up its head, and did address
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 mo. Hold you the watch to night?
Hor. We do, my lord.
Hor. Arm'd, my lord.
Hør. It was, as I have seen it in his life,
, watch to night; perchance 'twill walks
well. Upon the platform 'twixt eleven and twelve
I'll visit you.
čas. W 11 yon go see the order of the course?
Bru. Not I.
Cas. I pray you,
Bru. I am not gamesome; I do lack some part Of that quick spirit that is in Anthony; Let me not binder, Cassius, your desires ;
l'll leave you.
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late :
friend that loves you.
my neglect, Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Forgets. the shew of love to other men. Cas. Then , Brutus, I have much mistook your
passion; By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Tell me, good Brutus can you see your face?
Bru. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection from some other thing.
Cas. 'Tis just.
have no such mirror as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye, That you might see your shadow. I have heard, Where many of the best respect in Rome, (Except immortal Cæsar) speaking of Brutus, And groaning underneath this age's yoke, Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his
eyes. Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me,
Cassius, That you
would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?
Cas. Therefore , good Brutus, be prepard to 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 yet you know not olo And be not jealous of me gentle Brutus: Were I a common laugher, or did use To stale 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 profess myself in banqueting To all the rout; then hold me dangerous. Bru. What means this shouting; I do fear the
people Chuse Cæsar for their king.
Cas. Ay, do you fear it? Then must I think
would not have it so. Bru. 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, Set honour in one eye, and death i' th other And I will look on death indifferently : 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 vou, Brutus, As well as 'I do know your outward favour. Well, honour is the subject of my story. I cannot tell what
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