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Tie. Ev'n so great men great losses should endure.
Cas. I have as much of this in art as you, But yet my nature could not bear it so.
Bru. Well, to our work alive. What do you think Of marching to Philippi, presently?
Cas. I do not think it good.
Bru. Your reason ?
Cas. This it is:
Bru. Good reasons must of force give place to
Cas. Then, with your will, go on. We will along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi. o
Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
Cas. No more;—Good night
Early to-morrow will we rise and hence.
Bru. Noble, noble, Cassius,
Cas. O my dear brother!
Bru. Every thing is well,
Casca. Good night, Lord Brutus.
Bru. Farewell, every one.— [Exeunt.
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 O/cksatl.
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,
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 again
Ghost. 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.
Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered.
It proves not so, their battles are at hand;
Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
Enter Antony's Servant.
Serv. Prepare you, generals;
Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left.
Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent?
Oct. I do not cross you; but Iwill do so.
Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their Army.
Bru. They stand, and would have parley. Words before blows: Is it so, countrymen?
Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do.
Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.
Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good
Ant. Not stingless, too?
Bru. O yes, and soundless, too;
For you have stole their buzzing, Antony;
Ant. Villains! you did not so, when your vile dag-
Cas. Flatterers!—Now, Brutus, thank yourself;
Oct. 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 Caesar's three and twenty wounds Be well aveng'd; or till another Caesar Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
Bru. Caesar, 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 honour; Join'd with a masker and a reveller.
Ant. Old Cassius still!—
Oct. Come, Antony, away!
[Exeunt Octavius, Antony, and Army.
Cas. Why, now, blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark!