Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus, Have put to death an hundred senators. CASSIUS. MESSALA. Cicero is dead, And by that order of proscription. Had you your letters from your wife, my lord? BRUTUS. MESSALA. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her? BRUTUS. Nothing, Messala. MESSALA..` 180 That, methinks, is strange. BRUTUS. Why ask you? hear you aught of her in yours? MESSALA. No, my lord. BRUTUS. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. MESSALA. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell : BRUTUS. Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala: I have the patience to endure it now. 190 MESSALA. Even so great men great losses should endure. CASSIUS. I have as much of this in art as you, But yet my nature could not bear it so. BRUTUS. Well, to our work alive. What do you think Of marching to Philippi presently? CASSIUS. I do not think it good. Your reason? This it is: "Tis better that the enemy seek us : So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, 200 BRUTUS. Good reasons must of force give place to better. The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground Do stand but in a forc'd affection; These people at our back. CASSIUS. Hear me, good brother. BRUTUS. Under your pardon. You must note beside, Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe : We, at the height, are ready to decline. Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; CASSIUS. Then, with your will, go on; BRUTUS. The deep of night is crept upon our talk, Which we will niggard with a little rest. There is no more to say ? Good night: Early to-morrow will we rise and hence. 212 220 BRUTUS. Lucius! [Enter LUCIUS.] My gown. [Exit LUCIUS.] Farewell, good Messala: Good night, Titinius; noble, noble Cassius, CASSIUS. O my dear brother! This was an ill beginning of the night: 230 Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument? LUCIUS. Here in the tent. BRUTUS. What, thou speak'st drowsily? 240 Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'erwatch'd. I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent. LUCIUS. VARRO. BRUTUS. Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS. Calls my lord? 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. VARRO. So please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure. BRUTUS. I will not have it so lie down, good sirs; It may be I shall otherwise bethink me. Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so; 250 I put it in the pocket of my gown. [VARRO and CLAUDIUS lie down. LUCIUS. I was sure your lordship did not give it me. BRUTUS. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful. Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, And touch thy instrument a strain or two? LUCIUS. Ay, my lord, an 't please you. BRUTUS. It does, my boy : I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. LUCIUS. It is my duty, sir. BRUTUS. I should not urge thy duty past thy might; I know young bloods look for a time of rest. LUCIUS. I have slept, my lord, already. 260 BRUTUS. It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again; I will not hold thee long: if I do live, I will be good to thee. [Music, and a song. O murderous slumber, Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, That plays thee music? Gentle knave, good night ; Enter the Ghost of CESAR. How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here? Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, That mak'st my blood cold and my hair to stare ? GHOST. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. BRUTUS. Why com'st thou ? 280 GHOST. To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi. BRUTUS. Well; then I shall see thee again? GHOST. Ay, at Philippi. BRUTUS. Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then. [Exit Ghost. Now I have taken heart thou vanishest : Boy, Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! LUCIUS. The strings, my lord, are false. BRUTUS. He thinks he still is at his instrument. 290 Lucius, awake! LUCIUS. My lord? BRUTUS. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out? LUCIUS. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. BRUTUS. Yes, that thou didst : didst thou see any thing? LUCIUS. Nothing, my lord. BRUTUS. Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudius! [TO VARRO] Fellow thou, awake! VARRO. My lord? CLAUDIUS. My lord? BRUTUS. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep? VARRO. CLAUDIUS. Did we, my lord? BRUTUS. 300 Ay saw you any thing? Nor I, my lord. VARRO. No, my lord, I saw nothing. BRUTUS. Go and commend me to my brother Cassius; Bid him set on his powers betimes before, And we will follow. VARRO. CLAUDIUS. It shall be done, my lord. [Exeunt. |