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: 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 cushions 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 fleep; It may be, I fhall raise you by and by, On business to my brother Caffius. Var. So please you, we will ftand, and watch your pleasure. Bru. I will not have it fo; lye down, good Sirs: It may be I shall otherwife bethink me. Look, Lucius, here's the book I fought for fo 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, a ftrain or two? Bru. It does, my boy; I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing, Bru. I fhould not urge thy duty paft thy might; I know young bloods look for a time of rest. Bru. It was well done, and thou fhalt sleep again ; 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 [He fits down to read. SCENE VII. Enter the Ghost of Cæfar. How ill this taper burns! ha! who comes here ? That fhapes this monstrous apparition It comes upon me- Art thou any thing? Ghoft. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. Bru. Why com'st thou? Gboft. To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi. Ghoft. Ay, at Philippi. Bru. Why, I will fee thee at Philippi then. Luc. The ftrings, my Lord, are falfe. Bru. He thinks he ftill is at his inftrument. Lucius! awake. Luc. My Lord! [Exit Ghoft. Bru. Didft thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedft out! Luc. My Lord, I do not know that I did cry. Bru. Yes, that thou didft; didst thou see any thing? Luc. 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? 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. To faften in our thoughts that they have courage. Enter a Meffenger. The enemy comes on in gallant fhew; Upon the left hand of the even field. O. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left. U 2 [March. SCENE SCENE II. Drum. Enter Brutus, Caffius, and their Army: Bru. Words before blows: is it fo, countrymen? Caf. Antony, The pofture of your blows are yet unknown; Ant. Not ftingless too.' * 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, your felf Oct. Come, come, the caufe. If arguing make us fweat, The proof of it will turn to redder drops. Behold, I draw a fword against conspirators; When think you that the fword goes up again? Have added flaughter to the fword of traitors. Bru. Cafar, thou canst not die by traitors hands, Unless thou bring'ft them with thee. Oct. 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 couldst not die more honourable. Caf. A peevish school-boy, worthless of such honour, Join'd with a masker and a reveller. Ant. Old Caffius ftill. Oct, Come, Antony, away; Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth: [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, Luc. My Lord. Caf. Meffala! hark, a word with you. [Lucilius and Meffala ftand 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, Messala; As Pompey was, am I compell'd to fet Upon one battel all our liberties. You know that I held Epicurus strong, This morning are they fled away and gone, |