[fure.

VAR. So please you, we will ftand, and watch y our pleaBRU. I will not have it fo: lie down, good firs; It may be, I fhall otherwise bethink me. Look, Lucius, here's the book I fought for fo;

I put

it in the pocket of my gown. [Servants 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 strain or two?
Luc. Ay, my lord, an it please you.

BRU. It does, my boy :

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

BRU. I should 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 is 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 fong. This is a fleepy tune:-O 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.
Enter the Ghoft of CESAR.

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.

GHOST. Thy evil fpirit, Brutus.

BRU. Why com'st thou?

GHOST. To tell thee, thou fhalt fee me at Philippi.

BRU. Well;

Then I fhall fee thee again?

GHOST. Ay, at Philippi.

[GHOST vanishes.

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 false.

BRU. He thinks, he ftill is at his inftrument.

Lucius, awake.

Luc. My lord!

BRU. Didft thou dream, Lucius, that thou so cry'dft out?

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

BRU. Yes, that thou did'ft: Didft thou fee

Luc. Nothing, my lord.

any thing?

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.

ACT V.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I. The Plains of Philippi.
Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army.

OCT. 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,
Anfwering 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, thinking, by this face,
To faften in our thoughts that they have courage;
But 'tis not fo.

Enter a MESSENGER.

MES. Prepare you, generals:

The enemy comes on in gallant show;
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.

Ocr. 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 fo. [March.
'Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army;

LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and Others.
BRU. They stand, and would have parley.
CAS. Stand faft, Titinius: We must out and talk.
OCT. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?

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ANT. No, Cæfar, we will answer on their charge.
Make forth, the generals would have fome words.
Ocr. Stir not until the fignal.

BRU. Words before blows: Is it fo, countrymen? OCT. Not that we love words better, as you do. BRU. Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius. ANT. In your bad ftrokes, Brutus, you give good words: Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart, Crying, Long live! bail, Cafar!

CAS. Antony,

The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.

For

ANT. Not ftinglefs too.

BRU. O, yes, and foundless too;

you have ftol'n their buzzing, Antony, And, very wifely, threat before you fting.

ANT. Villains, you did not fo, when your vile daggers Hack'd one another in the fides of Cæfar:

You fhow'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds,
And bow'd like bondmen, kiffing Cæfar's feet;
Whilft damned Cafca, like a cur, behind,
Struck Cæfar on the neck. O flatterers!

CAS. Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself:
This tongue had not offended fo to-day,

If Caffius might have rul❜d..

Ocr. Come, come, the cause: If arguing make us fweat,

The proof of it will turn to redder drops.

Look;

I draw a fword against confpirators;

When think you that the fword goes up again?-
Never, till Cæfar's three and twenty wounds

Be well aveng'd; or till another Cæfar

Have added flaughter to the fword of traitors.

BRU. Cæfar, thou can'ft not die by traitor's hands, Unless thou bring'ft them with thee.

OCT. So I hope;

I was not born to die on Brutus' fword.

BRU. O, if thou wert the nobleft of thy ftrain, Young man, thou could'ft not die more honourable. CAS. A peevish fchoolboy, worthlefs of fuch honour, Join'd with a masker and a reveller.

ANT. Old Caffius ftill!

OCT. Come, Antony; away.

Defiance, traitors, hurl we in teeth:

If

your

you dare fight to-day, come to the field;

If not,

when you have ftomachs.

[Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army.

CAS. Why now, blow, wind; fwell, billow; and swim The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.

BRU. HO!

[bark!

This is my birth-day; as this very day

Was Caffius born. Give me thy hand, Meffala:

Be thou my witness, that, against my will,

As Pompey was, am I compell'd to fet
Upon one battle all our liberties.

You know, that I held Epicurus ftrong,
And his opinion: now I change my mind,
And partly credit things that do prefage.
Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign
Two mighty eagles fell; and there they perch'd,