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Why com’st thou?
Bru. Well ;
Ay, at Philippi.
[Ghost vanishes. 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.Boy! Lucius!~Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake!Claudius!
Luc. The strings, my lord, are false.
Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instrument.-
Luc. My lord!
Bru. Sleep again, Lucius.—Sirrah, Claudius!
Var. My lord.
Ay; Saw you any thing?
Nor I, my lord.
SCENE I. The Plains of Philippi.
· Enter Octavius, Antony, and their Army.
Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered:
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.
Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their Army;
Lucilius, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and Others. Bru. They stand, and would have parley.
warn us —] To warn is to summon.
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 :