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Bru. Lucius, my Gown; farewel, good Messala,
Good Night, Titinims: Noble, Noble Caffius,
Good Night, and good Repose.
Caf. O my dear Brother!
This was an ill beginning of ihe Night,
Never came such Division 'ween our Souls;
Let it not, Bruins.
Enter Lucius with the Gown.
Bru. Every thing is well.
Caf. Good Night, my Lord.
Bru. Good Night, good Brother.
Tit. Meffa. Good Night, Lord Brutus !
Bru. Farewel, every one.
[Exeunt. Give me the Gown, Where is thy Instrument?
Luc. Here in the Tent.
Bru. What, thou speakest drowsily?
Poor Knave, I blame thee not, thou art o'er-watch'd.
Call Claudins, and some other of my Men,
I'll have them sleep on Cushions in my Tent.
Luc. Varro and Claudius.
Enter Varro and Claudius.
Var. Calls my Lord?
Bru. I pray you, Sirs, lye in my Tent, and sleep,
It may be, I Thall 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 fo; lye down, good Sirs,
It may be I shall otherwise bechink mc.
Look Lucius, here's the Book I sought for so;
put it in the Pocket of my Gown.
Luc. I was sure your Lordship did not give it me.
Bru. Bear with me, good Boy, I am much forgetful.
Canit 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;
I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing,
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 asleep again;
I will not hold thee long. If I do live,
I will be good to thee.
[Mufick and a Song.
This is a sleepy Tune O murderous flumber!
Lay'st thou thy Leaden Mace upon my Boy,
That plays thee Musick? Gentle Knave, good Night;
I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee.
If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy Instrument,
I'll take it from thee, and, good Boy, good Night.
Let me fee, let me see? is not the Leaf curn'd down
Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.
[He fits down to read.
Enter the Ghost of Cælar.
How ill this Taper burns! Ha! Who comes here?
I think it is the weakness of mine Eyes,
That shapes this monstrous Apparition.
It com:s 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 ftare?
Speak me to, what thou art?
Ghost. Thy evil Spirit, Brutus.
Bru. Why com'st thou?
Ghost. To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.
Bru. Well then I shall see thee again.
Ghost. Ay, at Philippi.
Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then;
Now I have taken heart, thou vanish eft,
Ill Spirit; I would hold more talk with thee.
Boy! Lucius ! Varro! Claudius! Sirs! awake!
Luc. The strings, my Lord, are false.
Bru. He thinks he is still at his Instrument. Lucias! awake.
Luc. My Lord!
Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou fo criedst out? Luc. My Lord, I do not know that I did cry.
Bru. Yes, that thou didit; didst thou see any thing?
Luc. Nothing, my Lord.
Bru. Sleep again, Lucius; Sirrah, Claudius, Fellow!
Var. My Lord!
Clau. My Lord!
Bru. Why did you so cry out, Sirs, in your feep?
Both. Did we, my Lord?
Bru. Ay, saw you any thing.
Var, No, my Lord, I saw nothing.
Clau. Nor I, my Lord?
Bru. Go, and commend me to my Brother Caffius;
Bid him set on his Powers betimes before,
And we will follow.
Both. It shall be done, my Lord.
A CT V. SCEN E I. SCENE the Fields of Philippi, with the two
Enter O&avius, Antony, and their Army.
Osta. OW, Antony, our hopes are answered,
You said the Enemy would not come down,
But keep the Hills and upper Regions;
It proves not so ; their Battels are at hand,
They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
Answering before we do demand of them.
Ant. Tut I am in their Bosoms, and I know
Wherefore they do it; they could be content
To visit other places, and come down
With fearful bravery; thinking by this Face
To fasten in our thoughts that they have Courage.
But 'tis not so.
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Prepare you Generals,
The Enemy comes on in gallant shew;
Their bloody Sign of Battel is hung out,
And something to be done immediately.
Ant. Oétavius, lead your Battel softly on
Upon the left Hand of the even Field.
O&ta. Upon the right Hand I, keep thou che left.
Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent?
Osta. I do not cross you; but I will do so. [March.
Drum. Enter Brutus, Caffius, and their Army.
Bru. They stand, and would have Parley.
Caf. Stand fast, Titinius, we must out and talk.
Octa. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of Battel?
Ant. No, Cafar, we will answer on their Charge.
Make forth, the Generals would have some Words.
O&ta. Stir not until the Signal.
Bru. Words before Blows: is it so, Countrymen?
Otta. Not that we love Words better, as you
Bru. Good Words are better than bad Strokes, Octavius.
Ant. In your bad Strokes, Brutus, you give good Words.
Witness the hole you made in Cefar's Heart,
Crying, Long live, bail Cefar.
The posture of your Blows are yet unknown;
But for your Words, they rob the Hibla Bees,
And leave them Honey-less.
Ant. Not stringless too.
Bru. O ye:, and foundless too;
For you have stoln their buzzing, Antony,
And very wisely threat before you sting.
Ant. Villains! you did not li', when your vile Daggers
Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæfar.
You shew'd your Teeth like Apes, and fawn'd like Hounds,
And bow'd like Bond-men, kissing Cesar's Feet;
Whilft damned Caska, like a Cur, bebind
Struck Cafar on the Neck. O you Flatterers!
Caf. Flatterers! Now Brutus thank your self;
This Tongue had not offended fo to day,
If Cassins might have ruld.
Osta. Come, come, the Cause. If arguing make us sweat,
The proof of it will turn to redder Drops.
Behold, I draw a Sword against Conspirators,
When think you that the Sword goes up again?
Never 'till Calar's three and thirty Wounds
Be well aveng d; or 'till another Casar
Have added Slaughter to the Sword of Traitors.
Bru. Cafar, thou canst not dye by Traitors Hands,
Unless thou bringst them with thee.
Oet. So I hope;
I was not born to dye on Brutus Sword.
Bru. O if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
Young Man, thou couldlt nordye more Honourable.
Cas. A peevith School.boy, worthliss of such Honour, Join'd with a Masker and a Reveller.
Ant. Old Callius ftill.
ox. Come, Antony, away;
D:fiance, Traitors, hurl we in your Teeth,
If you dare fight to day, come to the Field,
If not, when you have Stomachs.
[Exit O&avius, Antony, and Army.
Caf. Why now blow Wind, swell Billow, and swim Bark:
The Storm is up, and all is on the Hazard.
Bru. Ho, Lucilius,
-hark a word with you.
[Lucilius and Meffala stand forih. Luc. My Lord. [Brutus speaks apart to Lucilius. Caf. Mesfalu. Mes. What says my General?
Caf. Meffala, this is my Birth-Day; as this ve:y Day Was Cassius born. Give me thy Hand, Melfala; Be thou my Witness, that against my will, As Pompey was, am I compellid to set Upon one Bateel all our Liberties. You know that I held Epicurus strong, And his Opinion; now I change my Mind, And partly credit things that do presage. Coming from Sardis, on our foremost Ensign, Two mighty Eagles fell, and there they pearch’d, Gorging and feeding from our Soldiers Hands, Who to Philippi here consorted us : This Morning are they fled away, and gone, And in their steads, do Ravens, Crows and Kites, Fly o'er our Heads, and downward look on us