Bru. Farewel, every one

[Exeunt.

Give me the Gown. Where is thy inftrument?

Luc. Here, in the Tent.

Bru. What, thou speak'ft drowsily?

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

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

SCE NE

CENE

Enter Varro and Claudius.

Var. Calls my lord?

VI.

Bru. I pray you, Sirs, lie in my Tent, and fleep; It may be, I fhall raife you by and by,

On business to my brother Caffius.

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

Bru. I will not have it fo; lie down, good Sirs
It 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.

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 strain 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, Sir.

Bru. I fhould not urge thy duty paft thy might; I know, young bloods look for a time of rest. 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.

[Mufick and a Song.

This

This is a fleepy tune-O murth❜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'ft 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.

SCENE

Enter the Ghost of Cæfar.

VII.

How ill this taper burns!-ha! who comes here?
I think, it is the weakness 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 stare? Speak to me, what thou art.

Ghoft. Thy evil fpirit, Brutus.

Bru. Why com❜it thou?

Ghost. To tell thee, thou fhalt 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 vanishest:
Ill Spirit, 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 is ftill at his inftrument. Lucius! awake.

Luc. My lord!—

Bru. Didft thou dream, Lucius, that thou fo cried❜ft

out?

Luc

ANTONY

AND

CLEOPATRA.

Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt.

Octavia, Sifter to Cæfar, and Wife to Antony.

Charmian,

Iras.

} Ladies attending on Cleopatra.

Ambafadors from Antony to Cæfar, Captains, Soldiers, Meffengers, and other Attendants.

The SCENE is difpers'd in feveral Parts of the Roman Empire.

ANTONY

Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry.

Bru. Yes, that thou didft; didst thou see any thing? Luc. Nothing, my lord.

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

Var. My lord!

Clau. My lord!

Bru. Why did you fo cry out, Sirs, in your sleep? 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.

A CT V.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.

The Fields of Philippi, with the two Camps.

Enter Octavius, Antony, and their Army.

OCTAVI U S.

NYou faid, the enemy would not come down,

Antony, our hopes are answered.

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

I Thou! awake.] The accent is fo unmufical and harsh, 'tis impoffible the poet could begin his verfe thus. Brutus certainly was intended to speak to both his other men; who both awake and answer at an instant.

VOL. VII.

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