ses in their way; they being so taken with the
images of themselves that the hunters could easily master
them. Elephants were beguiled into pitfalls, lightly covered
over with hurdles and turf.]

[Note 206: /toils:/ nets, snares. The root idea of the word is
a 'thing woven' (Cf. Spenser's 'welwoven toyles' in
_Astrophel_, xvii, 1), and while it seems to have primary
reference to a web or cord spread for taking prey, the old Fr.
_toile_ sometimes means a 'stalking-horse of painted canvas.'
Shakespeare uses the word several times. Cf. _Antony and
Cleopatra_, V, ii, 351; _Hamlet_, III, ii, 362.]

[Note 215: /doth bear Caesar hard./ For a discussion of this
interesting expression see note, p. 29, l. 310. "Now amongst
Pompey's friends there was one called Caius Ligarius, who had
been accused unto Caesar for taking part with Pompey, and
Caesar discharged him. But Ligarius thanked not Caesar so much
for his discharge, as he was offended with him for that he was
brought in danger by his tyrannical power: and therefore in
his heart he was always his mortal enemy, and was besides very
familiar with Brutus, who went to see him being sick in his
bed, and said unto him: 'Ligarius, in what a time art thou
sick?' Ligarius, rising up in his bed, and taking him by the
right hand, said unto him: 'Brutus,' said he, 'if thou hast
any great enterprise in hand, worthy of thyself, I am
whole.'"--Plutarch, _Marcus Brutus_.]

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BRUTUS. Now, good Metellus, go along by him:
He loves me well, and I have given him reasons;
Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him. 220

CASSIUS. The morning comes upon 's: we'll leave you, Brutus:
And, friends, disperse yourselves; but all remember
What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans.

BRUTUS. Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily;
Let not our looks put on our purposes; 225
But bear it as our Roman actors do,
With untir'd spirits and formal constancy:
And so, good morrow to you every one.
[_Exeunt all but_ BRUTUS]
Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter;
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber: 230
Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,
Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.

[Note 221: Two lines in Ff.]

[Note 228: [_Exeunt_ ...] | Exeunt. Manet Brutus Ff.]

[Note 230: /honey-heavy dew/ | hony-