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Call Claudius, 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, lie in my tent, and sleep; It may be, I shall raise you by and by

On business to my brother Cassius.

[sure. Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch your pleaBru. I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs; It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me. Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so; I put it in the pocket of my gown.

[Servants lie down.

Luc. I was sure, your lordship did not give it me. Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful. Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,

And touch thy instrument a strain or two?
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 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, and a song This is a sleepy tune :-O murd'rous slumber! 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 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 CESAR.
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 Cassius ;

Bid him set on his powers betimes before,

And we will follow.

Var. Clau. It shall be done, my lord.

ACT V.

[Exeunt.

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.
Mes. 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.

Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCI-
LIUS, 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, And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet;

Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind,

Struck Cæsar on the neck. O flatterers !

Cas. Flatterers-Now, Brutus, thank yourself:
VOL. VIII.

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This tongue had not offended so to-day,

If Cassius might have rul'd.

Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing make us sweat, 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 ?—
Never, till Cæsar's three and twenty wounds

Be well aveng'd; or till another Cæsar

Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
Bru. Cæsar, thou canst not die by traitors,
Unless thou bring'st them with thee.

Oct. 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.
Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour,
Join'd with a masker and a reveller.

Ant. Old Cassius still!

Oct. Come, Antony; away.

Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth :

If you dare fight to-day, come to the field;

If not, when you have stomachs.

[Exe. OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army.

Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; and swim, The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.

Bru. Ho!

Lucilius; hark, a word with you.

[bark!

Luc. My lord. [BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart. Cas. Messala.

Mes. What says my general?

Cas. Messala,

This is my birth-day; as this very day

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.
Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign
Two mighty eagles fell; and there they perch'd,

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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,
As we were sickly prey; their shadows seem
A canopy most fatal, under which

Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.
Mes. Believe not so.

Cas. I but believe it partly;

For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd
To meet all perils very constantly.
Bru. Even so, Lucilius.

Cas. Now, most noble Brutus,

The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may,
Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!

But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain,
Let's reason with the worst that
may befall.
If we do lose this battle, then is this
The very last time we shall speak together:
What are you then determined to do ?3

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,
To stay the providence of some high powers,
That

govern us below.

Cas. Then, if we lose this battle,

You are contented to be led in triumph

Thorough the streets of Rome ?

Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman,

That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;

He bears too great a mind. But this same day
Must end that work, the ides of March begun :
And whether we shall meet again, I know not.

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[S] That is, I am resolved in such a case to kill myself. What are you determined WARBURTON.

[4] There is an apparent contradiction between the sentiments contained in this and the following speech of Brutus. In this, Brutus declares his resolution to wait patiently for the determinations of Providence; and in the next, he intimates, that though he should survive the battle, he would never submit to he led in chains to Rome. This sentence, in sir Thonias North's translation of Plutarch is perplexed, and might easily be misunderstood. Shakespeare, in the first speech, makes that to be present opinion of Brutus, which, in Plutarch, is mentioned only as one he for merly entertained, though he now condemned it." STEEVENS.

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