Enter Lucius.

Bru. Lucius, my gown; now farewel, good Meffala,

Good-night, Titinius: noble, noble Caffius,

Good-night, and good repofe.

Caf. O my dear brother!

This was an ill beginning of the night :
Never come fuch divifion 'tween our fouls!
Let it not, Brutus.

Re-enter Lucius with the Gown.

Bru. Ev'ry thing is well.

Tit. Mef. Good-night, Lord Brutus !

Bru. Farewel, every one.

[Exit Lucius.

Give me the gown. Where is thy inftrument ?

Luc. Here in the tent.

Bru. What, thou speak'ft drowfily?

[Exeunt.

Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd.
Call Claudius, and fome other of my men ;

I'll have them fleep on cufhions in my tent.

Luc. Varro and Claudius!

SCENE VI.

Enter Varro and Claudius.

Var. Calls my Lord ?

Bru. I pray you, Sirs, lye in my tent, and sleep; It may be, I fhall raife you by and by,

On business to my brother Caffius.

Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch your pleasure. Bru. I will not have it fo; lye down, good Sirs:

It may be I shall otherwise bethink me.

Look, Lucius, here's the book I fought for fo;

I put it in the pocket of my gown.

:

Luc. I was fure your Lordship did not give it me.
Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.
Canft thou hold up thy heavy eyes a while,
And touch thy inftrument, à strain or two?
Luc. Ay, my Lord, an't please you.
Bru. It does, my boy;

I trcuble thee too much, but thou art willing.
Luc. It is my duty, Sir.

Bru. I fhould not urge thy duty paft thy might;
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I know young bloods look for a time of rest.
Luc. I have flept, my Lord, already.

Bru. It was well done, and thou fhalt sleep again;
I will not hold thee long. If I do live,

I will be good to thee.

This is a fleepy tune

(Mufick and a Song.

- O murd'rous flumber!

Lay'ft thou thy leaden mace upon my boy,

That plays thee mufick ? gentle knave, good night;
I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee.
If thou doft nod, thou break'ft thy inftrument,
I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night.
But let me fee, is not the leaf turn'd down
Where I left reading? here it is, I think.

[He fits down to read.

SCENE VII.

Enter the Ghoft of Cæfar.

How ill this taper burns! -ha! who comes here?
I think it is the weakness of mine eyes,

That shapes this monftrous apparition

It comes upon me — Art thou any thing?
Art thou fome God, fome angel, or fome devil,
That mak'ft my blood cold, and my hair to ftare?
Speak to me, what thou art.

Ghoft. Thy evil spirit, Brutus.

Bru. Why com'ft thou?

Gboft. To tell thee thou shalt fee me at Philippi.
Bru. Then I fhall fee thee again?

Ghoft. Ay, at Philippi.

Bru. Why, I will fee thee at Philippi then.
Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest,
Ill fpirit; I would hold more talk with thee.
Boy! Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs! awake.
Claudius!

Luc. The ftrings, my Lord, are falfe.

Bru. He thinks he ftill is at his inftrument. Lucius! awake.

Luc. My Lord!

[Exit Gbof.

Bru. Didft thou dream, Lucius, that thou fo criedft out! Luc. My Lord, I do not know that I did cry.

Bru. Yes, that thou didft; didft thou fee any thing?

Luc. Nothing, my Lord.

Bru. Sleep again, Lucius; firrah, Claudius, fellow!

Varro! awake.

Var. My Lord!

Clau. My Lord!

Bru. Why did you fo cry out, Sirs, in your sleep?

Both. Did we, my Lord?

Bru. Ay, faw you any thing?

Var. No, my Lord, I faw nothing.

Clau. Nor I, my Lord.

Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother Caffius; Bid him fet on his pow'rs betimes before,

And we will follow.

Both. It fhall be done, my Lord.

NOW

[Exeunt.

ACT V. SCENE I.
The Fields of Philippi, with the two Camps.
Enter Octavius, Antony, and their Army.
OW, Antony, our hopes are answered.
You faid the enemy would not come down,
But keep the hills and upper regions;
It proves not fo; their battels are at hand,
They mean to wage us at Philippi here,
Anfw'ring before we do demand of them.
Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
Wherefore they do it; they could be content
To vifit other places; and come down
With fearful bravery, thinking by this face

To faften in our thoughts that they have courage.
But 'tis not fo.

Enter a Meffenger.
Mef. Prepare you, Generals;

The enemy comes on in gallant fhew;
Their bloody fign of battel is hung out,
And fomething's to be done immediately.
Ant. Octavius, lead your battel foftly on,

Upon the left hand of the even field.

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

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[March. SCENE

SCENE II

Drum. Enter Brutus, Caffius, and their Army
Bru. They ftand, and would have parley.
Caf. Stand faft, Titinius, we muft out and talk.
Ot. Mark Antony, fhall we give fign of battel?
Ant. No, Cafar, we will anfwer on their charge.
Make forth, the Generals would have fome words.
Oct. Stir not until the fignal.

Bru. Words before blows: is it fo, countrymen?
Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do.

Bru. Good words are better than bad ftrokes, Octavius.
Ant. In your bad ftrokes, Brutus, you give good words.
Witness the hole you made in Cafar's heart,
Crying, Long live, bail, Cæfar!

Caf. Antony,

The pofture of your blows are yet unknown;
But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeylefs.

Ant. Not ftingless too.

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Bru. You threat before you fting.

Ant. Villains! you did not fo, when your vile daggers Hack'd one another in the fides of Cæfar.

You fhew'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds, And bow'd like bond-men, kiffing Cafar's feet

Whilft damned Cafea, like a cur, behind

Struck Cæfar on the neck. O flatterers !

Caf. Flatterers! now, Brutus, thank your self; This tongue had not offended fo to-day,

If Caffius might have rul'd.

Oct. Come, come, the caufe. If arguing make us fweat, The proof of it will turn to redder drops.

Behold, I draw a fword againft confpirators;

When think you that the fword goes up again?
Never, 'till Cafar's three and twenty wounds
Be well aveng'd; or 'till another Cæfar

Have added flaughter to the fword of traitors.

Bra. Cæfar, thou canft not die by traitors hands, Unless thou bring'ft them with thee.

O. So I hope;

I was not born to die on Brutus' fword.

Bru. O if thou wert the nobleft of thy ftrain,
Young man, thou couldft not die more honourable.
Caf. A peevish school-boy, worthlefs of fuch honour,
Join'd with a masker and a reveller.

Ant. Old Caffius ftill.

Oct. Come, Antony, away;

Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth : If you dare fight to-day, come to the field; when you have ftomachs.

If not,

[Exe. Octavius, Antony and Army. SCENE

III.

Caf. Why, now blow wind, fwell billow, and swim bark: The ftorm is up, and all is on the hazard.

Bru. Lucilius,

hark, a word with you.

Luc. My Lord.

Caf. Meffula!

[Lucilius and Meffala stand forth. [Brutus fpeaks apart to Lucilius,

Mef. What fays my General ?

Caf. Meffala,

This is my birth-day; as this very day

Was Caffius born. Give me thy hand, Meffala;
Be thou my witness, that againft my will,

As Pompey was, am I compell'd to fet

Upon one battel all our liberties.

You know that I held Epicurus ftrong,
And his opinion; now I change my mind,
And partly credit things that do prefage.
Coming from Sardis, on our foremost enfign
Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch'd,
Gorging and feeding from our foldiers hands,
Who to Philippi here conforted us :
This morning are they fled away and gone,
And in their fteads do ravens, crows and kites
Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us
As we were fickly prey; their fhadows feem