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Bru. Lucius, my gown. [Exit Lucius.] Farewell,
good Messala ;-
O my dear brother!
Every thing is well.
Good night, good brother.
Farewell, every one. [Ereunt Cas. Tit. and Mes.
Re-enter Lucius, with the gown.
Luc. Here in the tent.
What, thou speak'st drowsily?
Luc. Varro, and Claudius !
Enter Varro and Claudius. Var. Calls
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 bouk I sought for so; I put it in the pocket of my gown.
[Servants lie down. Luc. I was sure, your lordship did not give it ine. Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forget
Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
Luc. Ay, my lord, an it please you.
It does, my boy:
Luc. It is my duty, sir.
Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might; I know, young bloods look for a tiine of rest.
Luc. I have slept, my lord, already.
Bru. It is well Jone; and thou shalt sleep again;
[He sits down,
Enter the Ghost of Cæsar.
Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
Why com'st thou?
Ay, at Philippi.
(Ghost vanishes. • Sceptre.
Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then.Now I have taken heart, thou vavishest: Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.Boy! Lucius !—Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Claudius!
Luc. The strings, my lord, are false.
Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instrument. Lucius, awake.
Luc. My lord !
cry’dst out? Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. Bru. Yes, that thou didst : Didst thou see any
thing? Luc. Nothing, my lord.
Bru. Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah, Claudius ! Fellow thou! awake.
Var. My lord.
Ay: Saw you any thing?
Nor I, my lord, Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother Case
Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
SCENE I. The plains of Philippi.
Enter Octavius, Antony, and their army.
Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
Enter a Messenger. Mess.
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,
Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left.
[March. Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their army;
Lucilius, Titinius, Messala, and others. Bru. They stand, and would have parley. Cas. Stand fast, Titinius: We must out and talk,
Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?
Ant. No, Cæsar, we will answer on their charge. Make forth, the generals would have some words.
Oct. Stir not until the signal.
Not stingless too.
you have stol'n 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
Cas. Flatterers !-Now, Brutus, thank yourself: