No, Cassius, for the eye sees not itself
But by reflection, by some other things.
And it is very much lamented Brutus,
That you have no such mirrors as will turn
Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
That you might see your shadow. I have heard
Where many of the best respect in Rome–
Except immortal Caesar–speaking of Brutus,
And groaning underneath this age’s yoke,
Have wished that noble Brutus had his eyes.
Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
That you would have me seek into myself
For that which is not in me?
Therefor good Brutus, be prepared to hear.
And since you know you cannot see yourself
So well as by reflection, I , your glass,
Will modestly discover to yourself
That of yourself which you yet know not of.