Has of itself brighten’d me up again;
I do beseech you—
Prince. Pardon me, my Cesar,
Rather I see the cloud that ’gins to break
Is not entirely gone; nay, will return
If you be left alone—which must not be;
If not for your sake, Cesar, yet for mine,
Who feel for your disquiet as my own;
And since our hearts are knit so close together,
Yours cannot suffer but mine straightway feels