| Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
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| No, Cassius, for the eye sees not itself
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| But by reflection, by some other things.
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| 'Tis just;
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| And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
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| That you have no such mirrors as will turn
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| Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
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| That you might see your shadow. …
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| Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
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| That you would have me seek into myself
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| For that which is not in me?
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| Therefor, good Brutus, be prepared to hear.
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| And since you know you cannot see yourself
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| So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
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| Will modestly discover to yourself
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| That of yourself which you yet know not of.
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Julius Caesar, 1.2.53–72
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