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Bru. Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah, Claudius !
Var. My lord!
Ay: saw you anything? Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing. Clau.
Nor I, my lord. Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother Cassius:
304 Bid him set on his powers betimes before, And we will follow. Both. It shall be done, my lord.
[The Plains of Philippi]
Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
1 answered: fulfilled
4 battles: battalions
7 bosoms: secrets
With fearful bravery, thinking by this face
Enter a Messenger.
Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on, . 16 Upon the left hand of the even field.
Oct. Upon the right hand I; keep thou the left.
24 Make forth; the generals would have some words.
Oct. [To his troops.] Stir not until the signal.
words: Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart, 10 fearful bravery: cowardly bravado face: pretense 14 bloody. battle: signal for immediate combat 17 even: equally divided
19 exigent: emergency 20 but ... so: but I shall do as I said
21 parley: conference charge: fight when they attack 25 Make forth: step forward 30 In . . . strokes: while delivering foul blows
Crying, 'Long live! Hail, Cæsar!'
32 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;
36 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:
40 You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like
Cas. Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself:
48 The proof of it will turn to redder drops. Look: I draw a sword against conspirators; When think you that the sword goes up again? 52 Never, till Cæsar's three-and-thirty wounds Be well aveng'd; or till another Cæsar Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors. Bru. Cæsar, thou
thou canst not die by traitors' hands,
56 33 posture: nature (?). are: a plural by attraction 34 Hybla: town in Sicily, famous for its honey 41 show'd .. . apes: simulated smiles of affection, like favorite pets 44 flatterers: treacherous hypocrites 48 the cause: let's get down to business 53 three-and-thirty; cf. n. 59 strain: race 61 peevish: silly such honour: i.e., that of dying on Brutus' sword 63 Old still: you are still the same old Cassius 66 stomachs: courage 72 as: a colloquial expletive 75 As Pompey: at the battle of Pharsalia, 48 B. C. 77 held strong: believed Epicurus right in disregarding omens
Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
So I hope; I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable.
60 Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour, Join'd with a masquer and a reveller.
Ant. Old Cassius still!
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
Bru. Ho, Lucilius: hark, a word with you.
Messala, This is my birth-day; as this very day
72 Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala: Be thou my witness that against my will, As Pompey was, am I compell’d to set Upon one battle 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.
88 Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.
Mes. Believe not so.
I but believe it partly,
92 Bru. Even so, Lucilius. Cas.
Now, most noble Brutus,
100 Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy By which I did blame Cato for the death Which he did give himself—(I know not how, But I do find it cowardly and vile, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent The time of life)-arming myself with patience, 80 former ensign: banner at the front of our column 83 consorted: accompanied 87 As: as if sickly prey: so sick as soon to be their prey 88 fatal: fateful, doom-foreboding 94 The gods: may the gods 97 reason with: consider 102 Cato: of Utica; committed suicide, 46 B. C.