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Bru. Lucius, my gown. [Exit Lucius.] Farewell, good Messala;—
Good-night, Titinius :-Noble, noble Cassius,
Good-night, and good repose.
O my dear brother!
This was an ill beginning of the night:
Never come such division 'tween our souls!
Let it not, Brutus.
Cas. Good night, my lord.
Every thing is well.
Good night, good brother.
Farewell, every one.
[Exeunt Cas. Tit. and Mes.
Tit. Mes. Good night, lord Brutus.
Re-enter Lucius, with the gown.
Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
What, thou speak'st drowsily?
Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd.
Call Claudius, and some other of my men;
I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
Luc. Varro, and Claudius!
Enter Varro and Claudius.
Var. Calls my lord?
Bru. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent, and sleep; It may be, I shall raise you by and by
On business to my brother Cassius.
Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch your pleasure.
Bru. I will not have it so lie down, good sirs; It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me.
Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so;
[Servants lie down.
Luc. I was sure, your lordship did not give it me. Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forget
Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
It does, my boy: I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. Luc. It is my duty, sir.
Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might; I know, young bloods look for a time of rest.
Luc. I have slept, my lord, already.
Bru. It is well done; and thou shalt sleep again; I will not hold thee long: if I do live,
I will be good to thee.
[Musick, and a song. This is a sleepy tune :-O murd'rous slumber! Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, That plays thee musick?-Gentle knave, good night; I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee. If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instruinent; I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night. Let me see, let me see;-Is not the leaf turn'd
Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.
[He sits down.
Enter the Ghost of Cæsar.
How ill this taper burns!-Ha! who comes here?
It comes upon me:-Art thou any thing?
Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
Why com'st thou?
Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Philippi.
Then I shall see thee again?
Ay, at Philippi.
Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then.Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest:
Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.Boy! Lucius!-Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake!— Claudius!
Luc. The strings, my lord, are false.
Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instrument.Lucius, awake.
Luc. My lord!
Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so cry'dst out?
Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. Bru. Yes, that thou didst: Didst thou see any thing?
Luc. Nothing, my lord.
Bru. Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah, Claudius! Fellow thou! awake.
Var. My lord.
Clau. My lord.
Bru. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep? Var. Clau. Did we, my lord?
Ay: Saw you any thing?
Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing.
Nor I, my lord.
Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother Cas
SCENE I. The plains of Philippi.
Enter Octavius, Antony, and their army.
Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered:
Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
Enter a Messenger.
Prepare you, generals:
The enemy comes on in gallant show;
Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their army;
Bru. They stand, and would have parley.
Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle? Ant. No, Cæsar, we will answer on their charge. Make forth, the generals would have some words. Oct. Stir not until the signal.
Bru. Words before blows: Is it so, countrymen ?
Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good
Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart,
Antony, The posture of your blows are yet unknown; But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, And leave them honeyless.
Not stingless too.
Bru. O, yes, and soundless too;
For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
And, very wisely, threat before you sting.
Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers
Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar:
You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds,
And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet;
Cas. Flatterers !-Now, Brutus, thank yourself: This tongue had not offended so to-day,
If Cassius might have rul'd.
Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing make us sweat,
The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
I draw a sword against conspirators;
When think you that the sword goes up again?—