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

Var. My lord!
Clau. My lord!

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Bru. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?
Both. Did we, my lord?
Bru.

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.

Exeunt.

ACT FIFTH

Scene One

[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

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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:

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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, . 16 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. 20

March.
Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their Army.
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, will

their charge.

24 Make forth; the generals would have some words.

Oct. [To his troops.] 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

we

answer

on

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Crying, 'Long live! Hail, Cæsar!'
Cas.

Antony,

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

hounds,
And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet;
Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind
Struck Cæsar on the neck. O you flatterers !

Cas. Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself:
This tongue had not offended so to-day,
If Cassius might have ruld.
Oct. Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us
sweat,

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,

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.

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

Ant. Old Cassius still!
Oct.

Come, Antony; away!
Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth.

64 If

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

bark!
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.

Bru. Ho, Lucilius: hark, a word with you.
Lucil. [Standing forth.]

My lord?
[Brutus and Lucilius talk apart.]
Cas. Messala.
Mes. [Standing forth.] What says my general?
Cas.

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,

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And partly credit things that do presage.
Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign

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Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch’d,
Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands;
Who to Philippi here consorted us:
This morning are they fled away and gone, 84
And in their stead 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

88 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.

92 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 incertain,
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?

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.

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