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And we must take the current when it serves,
Then, with your will, go on:
No more. Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. Bru. Lucius, my gown.—[Exit LUCIUS.]-Farewell, good Messala ;
Good night, Titinius.-Noble, noble Cassius,
O my dear brother!
Every thing is well.
Good night, good brother.
Tit. Mes Good night, lord Brutus.
Farewell, every one. [Exeunt CASSIUS, TITINIUS, and MESSALA Re-enter LUCIUS, with the gown.
Give me the gown.
Where is thy instrument? 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:
Luc. I was sure, your lordship did not give it me.
Luc. Ay, my lord, an it please you.
[Servants lie down.
I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might;
Bru. It is well done; and thou shalt sleep again;
It does, my boy:
This is a sleepy tune :-O murd'rous slumber!
Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
Enter the Ghost of CÆSAR.
[Music, and a song.
Why com'st thou ? Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Philippi. Bru. Well;
Then I shall see thee again?
Ghost. Ay, at Philippi.
Bru. Why, I shall see thee at Philippi then.—
Luc. The strings, my lord, are false.
Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instrument.— Lucius, awake.
Var. My lord.
[He sits down.
Luc. My lord!
Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so cry'dst out?
Luc. Nothing, my lord.
Bru. Sleep again, Lucius.-Sirrah, Claudius!
Fellow thou! awake.
Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry.
Bru. Yes, that thou didst: Didst thou see any thing?
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 Cassius;
Var. Clau. It shall be done, my lord.
The fifth Act is occupied with the battle of Philippi, the defeat and death of Brutus and Cassius. They perish by their own hands. The Drama ends with the following eulogium on Brutus, by Antony and Octavius.
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all :
Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,
WHAT YOU WILL.
Shakspeare appears to have invariably sought for the originals of his plots from sources within his reach.-The Italian novelists of his period furnished ample materials for his purpose, but although there are traces to be found in the present Comedy, of incidents, which are evidently borrowed from these sources, yet even the industrious and acute researches of the critics cannot distinctly trace out the precise authorities, to which the Poet is indebted for the groundwork of this delightful Comedy.
There is in this Drama, an under plot,-skilfully interwoven into the main subject, yet, in no degree necessary to the chief action of the Play. The nature of our design, has induced the rejection of the comic incidents, which form the minor plot, so that we might incorporate into our selections, the entire main story, with all its charming beauties of graceful and touching Poetry.
ORSINO, Duke of Illyria.
SEBASTIAN, a young gentleman, brother to Viola.
VALENTINE, CURIO, gentlemen attending on the Duke.
Sir TOBY BELCH, uncle of Olivia.
Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK.
OLIVIA, a rich Countess.
VIOLA, in love with the Duke.
Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and other Attendants.
SCENE-A City in ILLYRIA; and the Sea-coast near it.
SCENE I.—An Apartment in the Duke's Palace
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord ?
Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
E'er since pursue me.-How now? what news from her?
Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted,
Duke. O, she, that hath a heart of that fine frame,
How will she love, when the rich, golden shaft,