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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
Good night; Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.
Bru. Lucius, my gown.—[Exit Lucius.]-Farewell, good Mes-
Good night, Titinius.—Noble, noble Cassius,
Good night, and good repose.
O my dear brother!
This was an ill beginning of the night:
Never come such division 'tween our souls !
Let it not, Brutus.
Every thing is well.
Cas. Good night, my lord.
Good night, good brother.
Tit. Mes Good night, lord Brutus.
Farewell, every one.
[Exeunt Cassius, TITINIUS, and MESSALA.
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 !
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.
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?
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.
[Music, and a song
This is a sleepy tune :-0 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 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.
Then I shall see thee again?
Ghost. Ay, at Philippi.
Bru. Why, I shall 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!
Luc. The strings, my lord, are false.
Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instrument.-
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 ?
Ay, saw you any thing ?
Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing.
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.
The fifth Act is occupied with the battle of Philippi, the defeat and death of Brutus and Cassius. They perish by their own hands. The Drama ends with the following eulogium on Brutus, by Antony and Octavius.
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all :
All the conspirators, save only he,
Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar;
He, only, in a general honest thought,
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle; and the elements
So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, This was a man!
Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect, and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
Most like a soldier, order'd honorably.-
So, call the field to rest : and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day.
Shakspeare appears to have invariably sought for the originals of his plots from sources within his reach. The Italian novelists of his period furnished ample materials for his purpose, but although there are traces to be found in the present Comedy, of incidents, which are evidently borrowed from these sources, yet even the industrious and acute researches of the critics cannot distinctly trace out the precise authorities, to which the Poet is indehted for the groundwork of this delightful Comedy.
There is in this Drama, an under plot, -skilfully interwoven into the main subject, yet, in no degree necessary to the chief action of the Play. The nature of our design, has induced the rejection of the comic incidents, which form the minor plot. so that we might incorporate into our selections, the entire main story, with all its charming beauties of graceful and touching Poetry.
ORSINO, Duke of Illyria.
SEBASTIAN, a young gentleman, brother to Viola.
ANTONIO, a sea captain, friend to Sebastian.
A sea captain, friend to Viola.
VALENTINE, Curio, gentlemen attending on the Duke.
Sir Toby Belch, uncle of Olivia.
Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK.
MALVOLIO, steward to Olivia.
FABIAN, Clown, servants to Olivia.
OLIVIA, a rich Countess.
Viola, in love with the Duke.
Maria, Olivia's woman.
Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and other Attendants.
SCENE.--A City in ILLYRIA ; and the Sea-coast near it.
SCENE I.–An Apartment in the Duke's Palace
Enter DUKE, CURIO, Lords; Musicians attending.
Duke. If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again ;—it had a dying fall :
0, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing, and giving odor.—Enough; no more ;
'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before.
O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou !
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soever,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute ! so full of shapes is fancy,
That it alone is high-fantastical.
Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord ?
What, Curio ?
The harte Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have: O when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Methought, she purg'd the air of pestilence; That instant was I turn’d into a hart; And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, E’er since pursue me.
:-How now? what news from her ?
Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted,
But from her handmaid do return this answer :
The element itself, till seven years' heat,
Shall not behold her face at ample view;
But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk,
And water once a day her chamber round
With eye-offending brine : all this, to season
A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh,
And lasting, in her sad remembrance.
Duke. O, she, that hath a heart of that fine frame,
To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
How will she love, when the rich, golden shaft,
Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else
That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart,
These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fillid,
(Her sweet perfections,) with one self king !