Fearing to strengthen that impatience
Which seem'd too much enkindled, and withal
250Hoping it was but an effect of humour,[109]
Which sometime hath his hour with every man.
It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep,
And, could it work so much upon your shape
As it hath much prevail'd on your condition,[110]
255I should not know you, Brutus.[111] Dear my lord,[112]
Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.