Cæs. He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.
[Sennet. Exeunt all but Brutus and Cassius.[2852]
Cas. Will you go see the order of the course?[2853] 25
Bru. Not I.
Cas. I pray you, do.
Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; 30
I'll leave you.[2854]
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late:[2855]
I have not from your eyes that gentleness
And show of love as I was wont to have:
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand 35
Over your friend that loves you.[2856]
Bru. Cassius,
Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look,[2857]
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Merely upon myself. Vexed I am
Of late with passions of some difference, 40
Conceptions only proper to myself,
Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviours;[2858]
But let not therefore my good friends be grieved—
Among which number, Cassius, be you one—
Nor construe any further my neglect[2859] 45
Than that poor Brutus with himself at war
Forgets the shows of love to other men.
Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;[2860]
By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried
Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. 50
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?[2861]
Bru. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself[2862][2863]
But by reflection, by some other things.[2862][2864]