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Bru. Farewel, every one
[Exeunt. Give me the Gown. Where is thy instrument ?
Luc. Here, in the Tent.
Bru. 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 Neep on cushions in my Tent.
Luc. Varro, and Claudius !
Var. Calls my lord ?
Bru. I pray you, Sirs, lie in my Tent, and Neep; It may be, I shall raise you by and by, On business to my brother Caffius. Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch
your plealure. Bru. "I will not have it fo; lie down, good Sirs : It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me. Look, Lucius, here's the book I fought for fo; I put it in the pocket of my gown. Luc. I was lure, your lordship did not give it me.
Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful. Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes a while, And touch thy instrument, a strain or two?
Luc. Ay, my lord, an't please you.
Bru. It does, my boy;
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 Nept, my lord, already.
Bru. It was well done, and thou shalt seep again; I will not hold thee long. If I do live, I will be good to thee.
[Musick and a Song.
This is a scepy tune- murth'rous Number!
[He fits down to read. S c
C Ε Ν E VII.
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. Bru. Why com'lt thou ? Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Philippi. Bru. Then, I shall see thee again. Ghost. Ay, at Philippi.
[Exit Gloft. Brú. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then. Now I have taken heart, thou vanilheft : 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 is still at his instrument.
Luc. My lord !
M. ANTON Y.
Friends and Followers of AnScarus,
Friends to Cæfar.
Friends to Pompey.
Servants to Cleopatra,
} Ladies attending on Cleopatra. Iras. Ambassadors from Antony to Cæsar, Captains, Soldiers,
Messengers, and other Attendants. The SCENE is dispers'd in several Parts of the Roman Empire.
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 ; sirrah, Claudius, fellow! Varro! awake.
Var. My lord !
cry out, Sirs, in your sleep?
Bru. Go and commend me to my brother Casius; Bid him set on his Pow’rs betimes before, And we will follow,
Both. It shall be done, my lord. [Exeunt.
A CT V. S. CE NE I.
The Fields of Philippi, with the two Camps.
Enter O&tavius, Antony, and their Army.
You said, the enemy would not come down,
Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
1 Thou! awake.] The accent is so unmufical and harsh, 'tis impossible the poet could begin his verse thus. Brutus certainly was intended to speak to both his other men ; who both awake and answer at an instant. VOL. VII.