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Bru. Lucius, my gown. [Exit Lucius.] Farewell, good Messala ;
Good-night, Titinius :-Noble, noble Cassius,
O my dear brother!
Good night, good brother.
Farewell, every one. [Exeunt Cas. Tit. and Mes.
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.
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; I put it in the pocket of my gown.
[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,
I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
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.
Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.
It does, my boy:
Then I shall see thee again?
Enter the Ghost of Cæsar.
How ill this taper burns!-Ha! who comes here?
Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
[He sits down,
Why com'st thou ? Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Philippi. Bru. Well;
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
Var. My lord.
Clau. My lord.
Bru. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?
Var. Clau. Did we, my lord?
Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
And we will follow.
It shall be done, my lord.
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.
Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left.
Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their army; Lucilius, Titinius, Messala, and others.
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,
Not stingless too.
Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile
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;
Struck Cæsar on the neck. O flatterers!
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
The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
I draw a sword against conspirators;