Enter Lucius.

Bru. Lucius my Gowne: [Exit Lucius.] farewell

good Messala, |

Good night Titinius: Noble, Noble Cassius,

Good night, and good repose.

Cassi. O my deere Brother:

This was an ill beginning of the night:

Never come such division 'tweene our soules:

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Let it not Brutus.

Enter Lucius with the Gowne.

Brn. Every thing is well.

Cassi. Good night my Lord.

Bru. Good night good Brother.

Tit. Messa. Good night Lord Brutus.

Bru. Farewell every one.

Exeunt.

Give me the Gowne. Where is thy Instrument?

Luc. Heere in the Tent.

Bru. What, thou speak'st drowsily?

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Poore knave I blame thee not, thou art ore-watch'd.

Call Claudio, and some other of my men,

Ile have them sleepe on Cushions in my Tent.
Luc. Varrus, and Claudio.

It

Enter Varrus and Claudio.

Var. Cals my Lord?

Bru. I pray you sirs, lye in my Tent and sleepe,

may be I shall raise you by and by

On businesse to my Brother Cassius.

Var. So please you, we will stand,

And watch your pleasure.

273. Brn.: misprint IF.

282, 284. Claudio: Claudius, and so throughout-Rowe.

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284. Varrus: Varro, and so throughout-RowE. 290-1. 1 1.-POPE.

Bru. I will it not have it so: Lye downe good sirs,

It may be I shall otherwise bethinke me.

Looke Lucius, heere's the booke I sought for so:

I put it in the pocket of

my

Gowne.

[Var. and Clau. lie down.] Luc. I was sure your Lordship did not give it me. Bru. Beare with me good Boy, I am much forgetfull. Canst thou hold up thy heavie eyes a-while, And touch thy Instrument a straine or two. Luc. I my Lord, an't please you.

Bru. It does my Boy:

I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.

Luc. It is my duty Sir.

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Brut. I should not urge thy duty past thy might, I know yong bloods looke for a time of rest. Luc. I have slept my Lord already.

Bru. It was well done, and thou shalt sleepe againe: I will not hold thee long. If I do live,

I will be good to thee.

Musicke, and a Song.

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This is a sleepy Tune: O Murd'rous slumbler!
Layest thou thy Leaden Mace upon my Boy,
That playes thee Musicke? Gentle knave good night:
I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee:
If thou do'st not, thou break'st thy Instrument,
Ile take it from thee, and (good Boy) good night.
Let me see, let me see; is not the Leafe turn'd downe
Where I left reading? Heere it is I thinke.

Enter the Ghost of Cæsar.

How ill this Taper burnes. Ha! Who comes heere? I thinke it is the weakenesse of mine eyes

292. will it not: will not-2-4F.

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That shapes this monstrous Apparition.

It comes upon me: Art thou any thing?

Art thou some God, some Angell, or some Divell,
That mak'st my blood cold, and my haire to stare?
Speake to me, what thou art.

Ghost. Thy evill Spirit Brutus?

Bru. Why com'st thou?

Ghost. To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.
Brut. Well: then I shall see thee againe?
Ghost. I, at Philippi.

Brut. Why I will see thee at Philippi then:

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[Exit Ghost.]

Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest.
Ill Spirit, I would hold more talke with thee.
Boy, Lucius, Varrus, Claudio, Sirs: Awake:
Claudio.

Luc. The strings my Lord, are false.

Bru. He thinkes he still is at his Instrument.

Lucius, awake.

Luc. My Lord.

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Bru. Did'st thou dreame Lucus, that thou so cryedst out?

Luc. My Lord, I do not know that I did cry.
Bru. Yes that thou did'st: Did'st thou see any thing?
Luc. Nothing my Lord.

Bru. Sleepe againe Lucius: Sirra Claudio, [To Var.] Fellow,

Thou: Awake.

Var. My Lord.

Clau. My Lord.

Bru. Why did you so cry out sirs, in your sleepe? 350

Both. Did we my Lord?

341. Lucus: Lucius-2-4F.
346-7. new 1. at Fellow-CAPELL.

341-2. verse-POPE.

349. Clau.: Clau.-2-4F.

Bru. Go, and commend me to my Brother Cassius:

Bid him set on his Powres betimes before,

And we will follow.

Both. It shall be done my

Lord.

Exeunt

Actus Quintus.

[Scene i. The plains of Philippi.]

Enter Octavius, Antony, and their Army.
Octa. Now Antony, our hopes are answered,
You said the Enemy would not come downe,
But keepe the Hilles and upper Regions:
It proves not so: their battailes are at hand,
They meane to warne us at Philippi heere:
Answering before we do demand of them.

Ant. Tut I am in their bosomes, and I know
Wherefore they do it: They could be content
To visit other places, and come downe
With fearefull bravery: thinking by this face
To fasten in our thoughts that they have Courage;
But 'tis not so.

Enter a Messenger.

Mes. Prepare you Generals,

The Enemy comes on in gallant shew:

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Their bloody signe of Battell is hung out,
And something to be done immediately.

Ant. Octavius, leade your Battaile softly on

Upon the left hand of the even Field.

Octa. Upon the right hand I, keepe thou the left.

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Ant. Why do you crosse me in this exigent.1 Octa. I do not crosse you: but I will do so. March. 1 exigency

Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, & their Army.

[Lucilius, Titinius, Messala, and others.] Bru. They stand, and would have parley. Cassi. Stand fast Titinius, we must out and talke. Octa. Mark Antony, shall we give signe of Battaile? Ant. No Casar, we will answer on their Charge. Make forth, the Generals would have some words. 30 Oct. Stirre not untill the Signall.

Bru. Words before blowes: is it so Countrymen? Octa. Not that we love words better, as you do. Bru. Good words are better then bad strokes Octavius. An. In your bad strokes Brutus, you give good words Witnesse the hole you made in Cæsars heart, Crying long live, Haile Cæsar.

Cassi. Antony,

The posture of your blowes are yet unknowne;

But for your words, they rob the Hibla Bees,
And leave them Hony-lesse.

Ant. Not stinglesse too.

Bru. O yes, and soundlesse too:

For you have stolne their buzzing Antony,

And very wisely threat before you sting.

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Ant. Villains: you did not so, when your vile daggers Hackt one another in the sides of Casar:

You shew'd your teethes like Apes,

And fawn'd like Hounds,

And bow'd like Bondmen, kissing Cæsars feete; 50 Whil'st damned Caska, like a Curre, behinde

48. teethes: teeth-3-4F.

48-9. I 1.-Rowe.

J.c.6.

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