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Luc. Ay, my Lord, an it 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 is well done; and thou shalt sleep again;
I will not hold thee long : if I do live,
I will be good to thee.

[Musick, and a song.
This is a sleepy tune : -O murd'rous slumber!
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 see, let me see ;-Is not the leaf turn'd

down, Where I left reading? Here it is, I think,

[He sits down. 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. Well;
Then I shall see thee again?
Ghost.

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.--
Lucius, awake.

Luc. My lord!
Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so

cry'dst out? Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. Bru. Yes, that thou didst: Didst thou see any

thing? Luc. Nothing, my lord.

Bru. Sleep again, Lucius.- Sirrah, Claudius!
Fellow thou! awake.

Var. My lord.
Clau. My lord.
Bru. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?
Var. Clau. 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 Cas

sius;

Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
And we will follow.
Var. Clau. It shall be done, my lord.

[Exeunt.

ACT V. SCENE I.

The Plains of Philippi.
Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army.
Oct. Now, 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 battles 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.
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,
Upon the left hand of the even field.

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 I will do so. [March.

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Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army;

DUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and Others.
Bru. They stand, and would have parley.
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.
Bru. 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

words :
Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart,
Crying, Long live! hail, Cæsar!
Cas.

Antony,
The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.
Ant.

Not stingless too.
Bru. O, yes, and soundless too ;
For 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

hounds,

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