Forgets the shows of love to other men.
Cassius. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook[74] your passion; [75]
By means whereof[76] this breast of mine hath buried
50Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
Brutus. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself[77]
But by reflection, by some[78] other things.[79][80]
Cassius. 'Tis just:[81]
55And it is very much lamented, Brutus,