SCENE III. Enter LUCILIUS. LUCILIUS. Bafe Villany is feldom at a ftand, But ftill proceeding on to greater Mischief: From murd'ring Senators at Rome, they now Lift their afpiring Treachery to BRUTUS. The wife Athenians, watchful of your Safety, Have newly feiz'd a Slave in foul Disguise; Who on the Rack confeffes all the Crime. "Hie thee to Athens (said the base OCTAVIUS) * And save thy Mafter, fave us all, save Rome, "Go purchase Fame and Freedom by a Blow: "Our Focs are all united in that BRUTUS; "He, he alone infpir'd the Death of CÆSAR. "Be defperate, be fecret, and be rich. BRUTUS. I pity the poor Wretch; he knows no better, LUCILIU S. Except at Rome infected by our Foes, And claims the juft Protection of Mankind. JUNIA. Your Life is fo important, Youths quit their Pleasures, Soldiers flight their Pay, Ev'n Mifers leave their Wealth to watch your Safety. BRUTUS. Let go the Slave to tell OCTAVIUS this. What, fave that Wretch? LUCILIU S. BRUTUS. Both fave and let him go. In this Attempt he but obey'd his Master. [Exit LUCILIUS. Oh that there were no Romans worse than he! This Slave would kill; but 'tis to get his Freedom! Careless of Honour, void of Honesty, Enter TITINIUS and LUCILIUS again. CASSIUS has fent me here with this Reply, He wants that Gold himself, which you would borrow; A a 4 Of Of which, at meeting, you fhall have account. [JUNIAgoes out with the Letters. LUCILIUS. Your Legions then must stay till his are paid. BRUTUS. Think not the worft, LUCILIUS, e'er it comes: LUCILIUS. Reft to your noble Thoughts. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. BRUTUS remains, laid on his Couch. BRUTUS. Tis but in vain, Sleep is not to be courted. Sing, Boy, the Song that PORTIA likes fo well, And footh my Thoughts with fome melodious Sounds. [Soft Mufick and Song. Man is himself an Inftrument of Mufick 3 But But yet fome String is always out of Tune, SCENE V. Enter a Spirit in the Shape of Cæsar, full of Sure I fleep now, or elfe my Eyes delude me: Ha, Ha, it comes on! What art thou? When alive, I fear'd thee not, because thou wert unjuft; But more than human now, thou seem'ft above me! I am thy Evil Genius, MARCUS BRUTUS, BRUTUS. Terror! How cam'ft thou to know me no better? Sure thou art ignorant, as well as evil. SPIRIT. Is Murder then no Crime? BRUTUS. Killing is none; When done not for ourselves, but for our Country? SPIRIT. Not for yourself indeed; you stabb'd your Friend, BRUTUS. Friend! Oh, thou toucheft now my tender part! SPIRIT. A Friend! a Friend! BRU |