Mine fpeak of feventy fenators, that dy'd
By their profcriptions, Cicero being one.
Caf. Cicero one?

Mef. Cicero is dead,

And by that order of profcription.

Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?
Bru. No, Meffala.

Mef. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?.
Bru. Nothing, Meffala.

Mef. That, methinks, is ftrange.

Bru. Why afk you? Hear you aught of her in yours?
Mef. No, my lord..

Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.
Mef. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell :
For certain the is dead, and by ftrange manner.

Bru. Why, farewel, Portia.-We muft die, Meffala: With meditating that the muft die once,

I have the patience to endure it now.

Mef. Even fo great men great loffes should endure.
Caf. I have as much of this in art as you,

But yet my nature could not bear it fo.

Bru. Well, to our work alive.

What do

you

think

Of marching to Philippi prefently?
Caf. I do not think it good.

-Bru. Your reafon ?

Caf. This it is:

'Tis better, that the enemy feek us :

So fhall he wafte his means, weary his foldiers,
Doing himself offence; whilft we, lying ftill,

Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness.

Bru. Good reafons muft, of force, give place to better The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground,

Do ftand but in a forc'd affection;

For they have grudg'd us contribution:
The enemy, marching along by them,
By them fhall make a fuller number up,

Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encourag'd;
From which advantage fhall we cut him off,

—in art-] That is, in theory. MALONE.

If

If at Philippi we do face him there,
These people at our back.

Caf. Hear me, good brother.

Bru. Under your pardon.-You must note befide,
That we have try'd the utmost of our friends,
Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe:
The enemy increafeth 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
1s bound in fhallows, and in miferies.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it ferves,
Or lofe our ventures.

Caf. 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 muft obey neceffity;

Which we will niggard with a little reft.

There is no more to fay?

Caf. No more. Good night;

Early to-morrow will we rife, and hence.

Bru. Lucius, my gown. [Exit Lucius.] Farewel, good Meffala ;

--

Good night, Titinius :-Noble, noble Caffius,

Good night, and good repofe.

Caf. O my dear brother!

This was an ill beginning of the night:

Never come fuch divifion 'tween our fouls!

Let it not, Brutus.

Bru. Every thing is well,

Caf. Good night, my lord.

Bru. Good night, good brother.

Tit. Mef. Good night, lord Brutus.

Bru. Farewel, every one. [Exeunt CAS. TIT. and Mɛs,

Re-enter LUCIUS, with the gown.

Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument ?

Luc. Here in the tent.

Bru.

Bru. What, thou speak'ft drowfily?

Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd.
Call Claudius, and fome other of my men ;

I'll have them fleep on cushions in my tent.
Luc. Varro, and Claudius!

It

Enter VARRO, and CLAUDIUS.

Var. Calls my lord?

Bru. I pray you, firs, lie in my tent, and fleep;

may be, I fhall raife you by and by

On bufinefs to my brother Caffius.

It

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

fure.

Bru. I will not have it fo: lie down, good firs;

may

be, I fhall otherwife bethink me. Look, Lucius, here's the book I fought for fo;

I put it in the pocket of my gown.

[Serv. lie down,

Luc. I was fure, your lordship did not give it me.
Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.
Canft thou hold up thy heavy eyes a while,

And touch thy inftrument a ftrain or two?
Luc. Ay, my lord, an't please you.

Bru. It does, my boy:

I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
Luc. It is my duty, fir.

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

Bru. It is well done; and thou fhalt sleep again;
I will not hold thee long: if I do live,

I will be good to thee.

[Mufick, and a song. This is a fleepy tune:- murd'rous flumber! Lay'ft 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'ft thy inftrument;
I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night.
Let me fee, let me fee; Is not the leaf turn'd down,
Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. [He fits down.

3- A mace is the ancient term for a scepter.

Enter

Enter the Ghost of Cæfar.

How ill this taper burns!-Ha! who comes here?
I think, it is the weaknefs of mine eyes,
That fhapes 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 stare?
Speak to me, what thou art.

Ghost. Thy evil fpirit, Brutus.

Bru. Why com'ft thou?

Ghoft. To tell thee, thou fhalt fee me at Philippi.
Bru. Well; Then I fhall fee thee again?

Ghoft, Ay, at Philippi.

[Exit Ghoft.

Bru. Why, I will fee thee at Philippi then.-
Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest:

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 still is at his instrument.Lucius, awake.

Luc. My lord!

Bru. Didft thou dream, Lucius, that thou fo cry'dft out? Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry.

Bru. Yes, that thou didft: Didft 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 fo cry out, firs, in your sleep?

Var. Clau. Did we, my lord?

Bru. Ay; Saw 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 powers betimes before,

And we will follow.

Var. Clau. It fhall be done, my lord.

[Exeunt.

ACT

ACT V. SCENE I.
The Plains of Philippi.

Enter UCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army.
Oc. Now, 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 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 bofoms, and I know.
Wherefore they do it: they could be content
To vifit other places; and come down

With fearful bravery 7, thinking, by this face,
To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage;
But 'tis not fo.

Enter a Meffenger.

Mef. Prepare you, generals:

The enemy comes on in gallant shew;
Their bloody fign of battle is hung out,
And fomething to be done immediately.

Ant. Octavius, lead your battle foftly on,

Upon the left hand of the even field.

Oa. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left.
Ant. Why do you crofs me in this exigent?
O&. I do not crofs you; but I will do fo.

[March.

Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; Lu-
CILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and Others.

Bru. They ftand, and would have parley.
Gaf. Stand faft, Titinius: We must out and talk.
O&. Mark Antony, fhall we give fign of battle?
Ant. No, Cæfar, we will answer on their charge.
Make forth, the generals would have fome words.

6

warn us] To warn is to fummon.

Oct.

7 That is, with a gallant phew of courage, carrying with it terror and difmay. Fearful is used here, as in many other places, in an active fenfe-producing fear,-intimidating.