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That we have try'd the utmost of our friends,
Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe :
The enemy increaseth every day,
We, at the height, are ready to decline.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.

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.
Bru. Lucius, my gown. [Exit Lucius.] Farewell,

good Messala;
Good night, Titinius : --Noble, noble Cassius,
Good night, and good repose.


dear brother! This was an ill beginning of the night : Never come such division 'tween our souls ! Let it not, Brutus. Bru.

Every thing is well. Cas. Good night, my lord.

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Good night, good brother.
Tit. Mes. Good night, lord Brutus.

Farewell, every one. [Exeunt Cas. Tit. and Mes.

Re-enter. LUCIUS, with the

gown. Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?

Luc. Here in the tent.

What, thou speak'st drowsily? Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er

watch’d. Call Claudius, and some other of my men; I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent,

Luc. 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, Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch your

pleasure. Bru. 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?



Luć. 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 mace upon my boy, That plays thee musick ?-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 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.


Why com'st thou ?
Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Philippi.

Bru. Well;
Then I shall see thee again?

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

Luc. Nothing, my lord. .

Bru. Sleep again, Lucius.--Sirrah, Claudius!
Fellow thoy! awake.

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

Ay; saw you any thing?
Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing.

Nor I, my lord.

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Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother Cas

sius ;

Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
And we will follow.
Var. Clau.
It shall be done, my



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