That you have no such mirrors as will turn
Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
That you might see your shadow. I have heard,[82]
Where[83] many of the best respect[84] in Rome,
60Except immortal Cæsar,[85] speaking of Brutus,
And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.
Brutus. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,[86]
That you would have me seek into myself
65For that which is not in me?