305Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see,
Thy honourable metal[183] may be wrought
From that it is dispos'd:[184] therefore it is meet
That noble minds keep ever with their likes;
For who so firm that cannot be seduc'd?
310Cæsar doth bear me hard,[185] but he loves Brutus:
If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius,
He should not humour[186] me. I will this night,
In several hands,[187] in at his windows throw,