Never come such division 'tween our souls !
Let it not, Brutus.

Bru. Every thing is well.

Good night, good brother:-Farewell, every one.

[Exeunt Cassius, Titinius, Trebonius, and Metellus, R.

Enter LUCIUS with a Gown and Book.

Give me my book

Where is thy instrument?

Luc. Here in the tent.

[Lucius gives the Book.

Bru. What, thou speak'st drowsily?

[Goes for his Lute.

Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'erwatch'd.

Call Varro, and some other of my friends;
I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
Luc. Metellus! Varro!

Enter METELLUS and VARRO, L. V. Σ.

Bru. (R.) 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.

Met. So please you we will stand, and watch your pleasüre.
Bru. I will not have it so, lie down, good sirs :

It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me.

[Metellus and Varro retire, and lie down, L. U. E.

Can'st thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
And touch thy instrument a strain or two ?
Luc. Ay, my lord, an it please you.

Bru. 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.

If I do live I will be good to thee.

[Lucius begins to play, but soon falls asleep.

This is a mournful tune. O murd'rous slumber!
Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy,

That plays the music ?-Gentle knave, good night:
I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee.-
If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument;
I'll take it from thee: [Takes away the Instrument and lays

it on the Table.] So-good boy, good night!-
Let me see, let me see:-Is not the leaf turn'd down,
Where I left reading? [Sits c.] Here it is, I think.
Enter the Ghost of CÆSAR, L.

How ill this taper burns!---Ha! who comes here ?

I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes
That shapes this monstrous apparition.
It comes upon me:-Art thou any thing?
Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil.
That mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to stare

Speak to me, what thou art.

Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus.

Bru. 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.

[Ghost vanishes.

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.

Lucius!-Metellus!-- Varro !-Sirs, awake!

Met. My lord!

Luc. My lord!

Vur. My lord!

Together-advancing.

Bru. (c.) Why did you so cry out, sirs in your sleep?

Met. (c.) Did we, my lord ?

Bru. Ay: Saw you any thing?

Met. No, my lord; I saw nothing.

Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother Cassius.

Bid him set on his powers betimes before,

And we will follow.

[Exeunt, L. U. E.

ACT V.

SCENE I.-The Plains of Philippi.-A Flourish of Trum

pets.

Enter ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, FLAVIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, Standards, S. P. Q. R., Golden Eagles, Lictors and Guards, R.

Oct. (R.) Now, Antony, our hopes are answer'd :

You said, the enemy would not come down,
But keep the hills and upper regions:
It proves not so: their battles are at hand.
They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
Answering before we do demand of them.

Ant. (c.) Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
Wherefore they do it: they could be content

To visit other places; and come down
With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face,
To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage;
But 'tis not so.

Enter SZRVIUS, L.

Ser. Prepare you, generals :
The enemy comes on in gallant show;
Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,
And something to be done immediately.
Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
Upon the left hand of the even field.

Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left.
Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent ?
Oct. I do not cross you; but I will do so.

[A Flourish of Trumpets.

Enter CASSIUS, BRUTUS, TREBONIUS, METELLUS, TITI-
NIUS, PINDARUS, Ensign of Battle, Standards, S. P. Q.
R., Silver Eagles, Lictors, and Guards. L.
Bru. They stand, and would have parley.-
Words before blows: Is it so, countrymen;

Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do.
Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.
Ant. (R. c.) In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good

words,

Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart,
Crying, "Long live! hail, Cæsar!"
Cas. (L. c.) Antony,

The posture of your blows is yet unknown;
But, for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.

Ant. Not stingless too.

Bru. O, yes, and soundless,

For you have stolen 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;
Whilst damned Casca, like a cur behind,

Struck Cæsar on the neck. O, you flatterers!

Cas. Flatterers!-Now, Brutus, thank yourself:

This tongue had not offended so to-day

If Cassius might have ruled.

Oct. (R.) Come, come, the cause; If arguing makes us sweat,

The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
Look-

I draw a sword against conspirators:
When think you that the sword goes up again?
Never, till Cæsar's three and twenty wounds
Be well avenged; or till another Cæsar

Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.

Bru. Cæsar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands

Unless thou bring'st them with thee.

Oct. So I hope;

I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.

Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
Young man, thou could'st not die more honourable.
Cas. A peevish school-boy, worthless of such honour,
Join'd with a masker and a reveller.
Ant. Old Cassius still !

Oct. Come, Antony; away.
Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth :
If you dare fight to-day, come to the field;
If not, when you have stomachs.

[Flourish of Trumpets. Exeunt Octavius, Antony. and their Attendants, L.

Cas. Why now, blow, wind! swell, billow; and swim,

bark!

The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.-
Most noble Brutus,

The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may,
Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!
But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain,
Let's reason with the worst that may befal.
If we lose this battle, then is this
The very last time we shall speak together:
What are you then determined to do?

Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy,
By which I did blame Cato for the death
Which he did give himself :-I know not how.
But I do find it cowardly and vile,
For fear of what might fall, so to prevent
The time of life :-arming myself with patience,
To stay the providence of some high powers
That govern us below.

Cas. Then, if we lose this battle.
You are contented to be led in triumph
Through the streets of Rome ?

Bru. No, Cassius, no; think not, thou noble Roman,

That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;

He bears too great a mind. But, this same day
Must end that work, the ides of March begun :
And, whether we shall meet again, I know not;
Therefore our everlasting farewell take :-
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
If not, why then this parting was well made.

Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutu !
If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;

If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made.

Bru. Why then, lead on. Oh, that a man might know

The end of this day's business, ere it come!
But, it sufficeth that the day will end,

And then the end is known. -Come, ho! away!

[Flourish of Trumpets. - Exeunt R.

SCENE II.-The Plains of Philippi.-Another Part of

the Field.-Alarums.

Enter CASSIUS, (R. S. E.) with an Eagle in his hand, and

TREBONIUS.

Cas. (c.) O look, Trebonius, look, the villains fly!
Myself have o mine own turn'd enemy :
This ensign here of mine was turning back;
I slew the coward, and did take it from him.
Tre. O, Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early,

Who, having some advantage on Octavius,
Took it too eagerly; his soldiers fell to spoil,
Whilst we by Antony are all enclosed.

Enter PINDARUS, L.

Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off;

Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord:

Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.

[Alarums.

Cas. This hill is far enough.-Look, look, Trebonius :

Are those my tents where I perceive the fire ?

Tre. They are, my lord.

Cas. Trebonius, if thou lov'st me,

[Alarums, R.

Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him
Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops,
And here again, that I may rest assured,
Whether yond' troops are friend or enemy.

Tre. I will be here again even with a thought.

[Exit Trebonius, R.

Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill;