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Luc. I have slept, my lord, already.
Bru. It was 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 :-O 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 anything? 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. Bru.

Why com'st thou ? Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Philippi. Bru. Well : Then I shall see thee again? Ghost. 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

criedst 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 ?

Bru.

Ay; saw you anything? 1 Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing. Clau,

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.

[Exeunt.

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SCENE I.-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 With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face, To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage; But 't is not so.

Enter a Messenger.' Mess.

Prepare you, generals: 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,
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.

[.March. Drum. Enter BRUTUS, Cassius, and their Army;

Lucilius, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and others.
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, we will answer on their charge. Make forth; the generals would have some words.

Oct. 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

words :
Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart,
Crying, ‘Long live ! hail Cæsar!'
Cas.

Antony,
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;
For you have stolen 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: 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 rul'd.
Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing make

us sweat,
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 ?

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 canst nct die by traitor's

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 could 'st not die more honour

able. Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such

honour,
Join'd with a masker and a reveller.

Ant. Old Cassius still !
Oct.

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 stomachs.

[Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their 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.
Luc.

My lord.
[Brutus and LUCILIUS converse apart.
Cas. Messala,–
Mes.

What says my general ? Cas.

Messala,
This is my birthday; as this very day
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,
And partly credit things that do presage.
Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign
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;
And in their steads 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
Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.

Mes. Believe not so.
Cas.

I but believe it partly ;

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