Bru. I fhould not urge thy duty paft thy might;
I know young bloods look for a time of reft.
Luc. I have flept, my Lord, already.

Bru. It was well done, and thou fhalt fleep again; : I will not hold thee long. If I do live,

I will be good to thee.

This is a fleepy tune

[Mufick and a Song..

O murd'rous flumber!

Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy,
That plays thee mufick? gentle knave, good-night;
I will not do thee fo much wrong to wake thee.
If thou doft nod, thou break'st thy inftrument,
I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good-night.
But let me fee, is not the leaf turn'd down
Where I left reading? here it is, I think.

[He fits down to read

S CE N E VII.

Enter the Ghost of Cæfar.

How ill this taper burns!

ha! who comes here?

I think it is the weaknefs of mine eyes,

That shapes this monftrous apparition

It comes upon me-Art thou any thing?
Art thou fome God, fome angel, or fome devil,
That mak❜ft my blood cold, and my hair to ftare?
Speak to me, what thou art.

Ghost. Thy evil fpirit, Brutus.

Bru. Why com'st thou?

Ghost. To tell thee thou shalt fee me at Philippi.
Bru. Then I fhall fee thee again?

Ghost. Ay, at Philippi.

[Exit Ghoft.

Bru. Why, I will fee thee at Philippi then.-
Now I have taken heart, thou vanifheft,
Ill fpirit; I would hold more talk with thee.
Boy! Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs! awake.
Claudius!

Luc. The ftrings, my Lord, are falfe.
Bru. He thinks he ftill is at his inftrument.
Lucius! awake.

Luc. My Lord!

Bru. Didft thou dream, Lucius, that thou fo criedst out! Luc. My Lord, I do not know that I did cry.

Bru. Yes, that thou didft; didft thou fee any thing? Luc. Nothing, my Lord.

Bru. Sleep again, Lucius; firrah, Claudius, fellow! 3'Varro, awake.

Var. My Lord!

Clau. My Lord!

Bru. Why did you fo cry out, Sirs, in your fleep?
Both. Did we, my Lord?

Bru. Ay, faw you any thing?

Var. No, my Lord, I faw nothing.

Clau. Nor I, my Lord.

Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother Caffius;

Bid him fet on his pow'rs betimes before,

And we will follow.

Both. It fhall be done, my Lord.

[Exeunt.

A CT V.

SCENE I.

The Fields of Philippi, with the two Camps.

NO

Enter Octavius, Antony, and their Army.

OCTAVIUS.

JOW, Antony, our hopes are answered.
You faid the enemy would not come down,
But keep the hills and upper regions;
It proves not fo; their battels are at hand,
They mean to 'wage us at Philippi here,
Anfw'ring before we do demand of them.
Ant. Tut, I am in their bofoms, 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 faften in our thoughts that they have courage.
But 'tis not fo.

Enter a Meffenger.

Mef. Prepare you, Generals;
The enemy comes on in gallant fhew;
Their bloody fign of battel is hung out,
And 'fomething's to be done immediately.
Ant. Octavius, lead your battel foftly on,
Upon the left hand of the even field.

O. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left.
Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent?

Oct. I do not crofs you; but I will do fo. [March.

S C E N E

II.

Drum. Enter Brutus, Caffius, and their Army.
Bru. They ftand, and would have parley.
Caf. Stand faft, Titinius, we muft out and talk.
O. Mark Antony, fhall we give fign of battel?
Ant. No, Cafar, we will anfwer on their charge.
Make forth, the Generals would have fome words.
O. Stir not until the signal.

Bru. Words before blows: is it fo, countrymen ?
Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do.
Bru. Good words are better than bad ftrokes, Octavius.
Ant. In your bad ftrokes, Brutus, you give good words.
Witness the hole you made in Cafar's heart,
Crying, Long live, bail, Cæfar!

Caf. Antony,

The posture of your blows are yet unknown;

But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,

And leave them honeyless.

Ant. Not ftinglefs too. a

Bru.

For

Bru. You threat before you fting.

Ant. Villains! you did not fo, when your vile daggers Hack'd one another in the fides of Cæfar.

You fhew'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds,
And bow'd like bond-men, kiffing Cæfar's feet;
Whilft damned Cafca, like a cur, behind
Struck Cafar on the neck. O flatterers!

Caf. Flatterers! now, Brutus, thank your felf;
This tongue had not offended fo to-day,
If Caffius might have rul'd.

Oct. Come, come, the caufe. If arguing make us fweat, The proof of it will turn to redder drops.

Behold, I draw a fword against confpirators;
When think you that the fword goes up again?
Never till Cafar's three and 'twenty` wounds
Be well aveng'd; or till another Cafar
Have added flaughter to the fword of traitors.
Bru. Cæfar, thou canst not die by traitors hands,
Unless thou bring'ft them with thee.

Of. So I hope ;

I was not born to die on Brutus' fword.

Bru. O if thou wert the nobleft of thy ftrain, Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable. Caf. A peevish fchool-boy worthlefs of fuch honour, Join'd with a masker and a reveller.

Ant. Old Caffius ftill.

Oft. 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 ftomachs.

[Exe. Octavius, Ant. and Army.

Caf. Why, now blow wind, fwell billow, and fwim bark:

For you have ftol'n their buzzing, Antony,

And very wifely threat before you fting.

Ant. Villains! &c.

6 thirty...old edit. Theob. emend.

The

The ftorm is up, and all is on the hazard.

-hark, a word with you.
[Lucilius and Meffala ftand forth.
[Brutus fpeaks apart to Lucilius.

Mef. What fays my General?

Caf. Meffala,

This is my birth-day; as this very day

Was Caffius born. Give me thy hand, Meffala
Be thou my witness, that against my will,
As Pompey was, am I compell'd to fet
Upon one battel 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 foremost enfign
Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch'd,
Gorging and feeding from our foldiers hands,
Who to Philippi here conforted us:

This morning are they fled away and gone,
And in their fteads do ravens, crows and kites
Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us
As we were fickly prey; their fhadows feem
A canopy most fatal, under which

Our army lies ready to give the ghost..
Mef. Believe not fo.

Caf. I but believe it partly;

For I am fresh of fpirit, and refolv'd
To meet all peril very conftantly.
Bru. Even fo, Lucilius.

Caf. Now, most noble Brutus,

The Gods to-day ftand friendly, that we may
Lovers in peace lead on our days to age!
But fince th' affairs of men reft still incertain,
Let's reafon with the worft that may befall.
If we do lofe this battel, then is this
The very laft time we shall speak together.
What are you then determined to do?

Bru