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'Tis better, that the enemy seek us:
Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to . : better.
The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground,
Hear me, good brother.
Then, with your will, go on; We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi.
Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And nature must obey necessity; Which we will niggard with a little rest. There is no more to say?
No more. Good night Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.
“, more to say?
Bru. Lucius, my gown. [Exit Lucius:7 Fare.
O my dear brother!
Every thing is well.
C. Good night, good brother.
Farewell, every one.
Luc. Here in the tent.
Bru.'; 'i." "What, thou speak'st drowsily?
Luc. Varro, and Claudius!
Exeunt Cas. Tit, and MES.
Enter Varro and ClaudIUS.
Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch. . .; your pleasure.
Bru. I will not have it so : lie down, good sirs ;
[Servants lie down.
Luc. I was sure, your lordship did not give it me. Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much for
getful. . .
Luc. Ay, my lord, an it please you.
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 maces upon my boy, That plays thee musick?_Gentleknave, 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.
thy leaden mace ] A mace is the ancient term for a . !
( Why com'st thou? Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Philippi.
• 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.
Luc. The strings, my lord, are false.
Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instrument.--, Lucius, awake.. .
Luc. My lord!
cry’dst ou do not know Didst thou
Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry.
thing? my lord.
Luc. Nothing, my lord.
Bru. Sleep again, Lucius.--Sirrah, Claudius!
Var. My lord.
Ay; Saw you any thing?
Nor I, my lord,
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
Enter a Messenger.
Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left.
Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army;
Lucilius, TITINIUS, MEŠSALA, and Others.
6 mm warn us
] To warn is to summon.