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Why com'st thou?
Ay, at Philippi.
[Ghost vanishes. Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then.Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest : Ili 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!
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.
Ay; Saw you any thing?
Nor I, my lord.
SCENE I. The Plains of Philippi.
Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army.
Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
Enter a Messenger.
Prepare you, generals :
Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
Oct. I do not cross you; but I will do so. [March. Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army;
LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and Others.
-] To warn is to summon.
Cas. Stand fast, Titinius: We must out and talk, 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.
Not stingless too.
daggers Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar : You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like
Cas. Flatterers !– Now, Brutus, thank yourself
When think you that the sword goes up again?
Bru. Cæsar, thou can'st not die by traitors,
So I hope ;
Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Young man, thou could'st not die more honourable. Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such
Ant. Old Cassius still!
Come, Antony ; away.-
[Exeunt OCTAVIUS, Antony, and their Army, Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; and
[Brutus and Lucilius converse apart.
says my general ? Cas.
Messala, This is my birth-day; as this very day Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala : Be thou my witness, that, against my will, As Pompey was, am I compell’d to set
Defiance, traitors, hurl we-) Hurl is peculiarly expressive. The challenger in judicial combats was said to hurl down his gage, when he threw his glove down as a pledge that he would make good his charge against his adversary.