I turn the trouble of my countenance
Merely[69] upon myself. Vexed I am
40Of late with passions of some difference,[70]
Conceptions only proper to myself,[71]
Which give some soil,[72] perhaps, to my behaviours;[73]
But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd—
Among which number, Cassius, be you one—
45Nor construe any further my neglect,
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,