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Tre. Ev'n so great men great losses should endure.
Cas. I have as much of this in art as you,
think Of marching to Philippi, presently?
Cas. I do not think it good.
Cas. This it is :
Cas. Hear me, good brother.
Cas. Then, with your will, go on. We will along. Ourselves, and meet them at Philippi.
Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
Cas. No more;—Good night-
Bru. Noble, noble, Cassius,
Cas. O my dear brother!
Bru. Every thing is well,
[E.xeunt. Enter Lucius. Where is thy instrument ?
Luc. Here, in the tent.
Bru. What, thou speak'st drowsily; Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'erwatch'd. Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes a while, And touch thy instrument, a strain or two?
Luc. Ay, my lord, an't please you.
Bru. 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 time of rest.
Luc. I have slept, my lord, already.
Bru. 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. This is a sleepy tune- O murd'rous slumber!
[Lucius sleeps. Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, That plays thee music? Gentle knave, good night; I will not do thee so much wrong, to wake thee. If thou dost nod, thou brcak'st thy instrument;
I'll take it from thee;—and, good boy, good night.— But, let me see is not the leaf turn'd down, Where I left reading ;—Here it is, I think.
[He sits down to read. Enter the Ghost of CÆSAR. 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. Then, I shall see thee againGhost. Ay, at Philippi.
[Exit Ghost. 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. Sure, they have rais'd some devil to their aid; And think to frighten Brutus with a shade; But ere the night closes this fatal day, I'll send more ghosts, this visit to repay. [Exit.
ACT THE FIFTH.
The Field of Philippi, with the Two Camps.
It proves not so, their battles are at hand;
Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
Enter Antony's Servant.
Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do.
Ant. Not stingless, too?
have stole their buzzing, Antony; And very wisely threat before you sting. Ant. Villains ! you did not so, when your
gers 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;
Bru. Cæsar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands, Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
Oct. So I hope;
Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable. Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such ho
nour; Join'd with a masker and a reveller.
Ant. Old Cassius still !
Oct. Come, Antony, away!
you dare fight to-day, come to the field; If not, when you have stomachs.
[Exeunt Octavius, Antony, and Army. Cas. Why, now, blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark !