Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cassius. Cassius.
Cassius. 'Tis iust,
Cassius. And it is very much lamented Brutus,
Cassius. That you haue no such Mirrors, as will turne
Cassius. Your hidden worthinesse into your eye,
Cassius. That you might see your shadow:
Cassius. I haue heard,
Cassius. Where many of the best respect in Rome,
Cassius. (Except immortall Cæsar) speaking of Brutus,
Cassius. And groaning vnderneath this Ages yoake,
Cassius. Haue wish'd, that Noble Brutus had his eyes.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. Into what dangers, would you
Bru. Leade me Cassius?
Bru. That you would haue me seeke into my selfe,
Bru. For that which is not in me?
Cas. Cas.
Cas. Therefore good Brutus, be prepar'd to heare:
Cas. And since you know, you cannot see your selfe
Cas. So well as by Reflection; I your Glasse,