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Brutus and Cassius.
Cas. WILL you go see the order of the course?
Cas. I pray you, do.
Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late :
Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look,
Of late with passions of some difference,
Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours:
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shows of love to other men.
Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;
By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
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 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 yet you know not of.
To all the rout; then hold me dangerous.
Bru. What means this shouting! I do fear the people Choose Cæsar for their king.
Cas. Ay? do you fear it?
Then must I think you would not have it so.
Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well.
But wherefore do you hold me here so long?
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
I was born as free as Cæsar; so were you;
The troubled Tiber chafing with his shores,
And swim to yonder point?"-Upon the word,
And bade him follow; so, indeed, he did.
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
Did I the tired Cæsar: and this man
Is now become a god: and Cassius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him.
He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And that same eye, whose bend does awe the world,
Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans
So get the start of the majestic world,
Bru. Another general shout!
I do believe that these applauses are
For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar.
Like a Colossus! and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time, are masters of their fates;
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus and Cæsar: What should be in that Cæsar?
Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous:
Both meet to hear, and answer, such high things.
Brutus had rather be a villager,
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Is like to lay upon us.
Cas. I am glad, that my weak words
Have struck but this much show of fire from Brutus.
Ir was the end of March, and the weather was mild for the season. Humphrey arrived at the pit, and it was sufficiently light for him to perceive that the covering had been broken in, and therefore, in all probability, something must have been trapped. He sat down and waited for daylight, but at times he thought he heard a heavy breathing, and once a low groan. This made him more anxious, and he again peered into the pit, but could not for a long while discover anything, until at last he thought that he could make out a human figure lying at the bottom. Humphrey called out, asking if there was any one there. A groan was the reply, and now Humphrey was horrified at the idea that somebody had fallen into the pit, and had perished, or was perishing, for want of succour. Recollecting that the rough ladder which he had made to take the soil up out of the pit was against an oak tree, close at hand, he ran for it, and put it down the pit, and then cautiously descended. On his arrival at the bottom, his fears were found to be verified, for he found the body of a lad halfclothed, lying there. He turned it up as it was lying with its face to the ground, and attempted to remove it and to ascertain if there was life in it, which he was delighted to find was the case. The lad groaned several times, and opened his eyes. Humphrey was afraid that he was not strong enough to lift it on his shoulders and carry it up the ladder; but on making the attempt, he found that from exhaustion, the poor lad's body was so very light that he experienced no difficulty in getting up to the surface in safety.
Recollecting that the watering-place of the herd of cattle was not far off, Humphrey then hastened to it, and filled his hat half full of water. The lad, although he could not speak, drank eagerly, and in a few minutes appeared much recovered. Humphrey gave him some more, and bathed his face and temples. The sun had now risen, and it was broad daylight. The lad attempted to speak, but what he did say was in so low a tone, and evidently in a foreign language, that Humphrey could not make it out. He therefore made signs to the lad that he was going away, and would be back soon; and having, as he thought, made the lad comprehend this,