Cas. I do not think it good. Bru. Cas. Your reason? This it is: 200 'Tis better that the enemy seek us: So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to better. The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground Do stand but in a forc'd affection; For they have grudg'd us contribution : These people at our back. Cas. Hear me, good brother. 210 Bru. Under your pardon. You must note beside That we have tried the utmost of our friends, Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe: We, at the height, are ready to decline. Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune: And we must take the current when it serves, Cas. Then, with your will, go on; We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi. 220 201. [offence=hurt.] Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And nature must obey necessity; Which we will niggard with a little rest. There is no more to say? Good night: 230 Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. Bru. Lucius! [Enter Lucius.] My gown. [Exit Lucius.] Farewell, good Messala : Good night, Titinius. Noble, noble Cassius, Good night, and good repose. Cas. O my dear brother! This was an ill beginning of the night: Farewell, every one. [Exeunt all but Brutus. Tit. Mes. Good night, Lord Brutus. Bru. Re-enter LUCIUS, with the gown. 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'erwatch'd. Call Claudius and some other of my men; I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent. Luc. Varro and Claudius! Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS. Bru. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep; 228. [niggard=supply sparingly.] 242 241. Poor knave as a man might kindly say nowadays, Poor little rogue." So afterwards, line 269, Gentle knave. It may be I shall raise you by and by On business to my brother Cassius. It Var. So please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure. Bru. I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs; 250 may be I shall otherwise bethink me. Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so; I put it in the pocket of my gown. [Var. and Clau. lie dowr And touch thy instrument a strain or two? Bru. It does, my boy: I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. 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 slept, my lord, already. 260 Bru. It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again; I will not hold thee long: if I do live, 270 I will be good to thee. Enter the Ghost of CÆSAR. How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here? 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? 280 Speak to me what thou art. Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. Bru. Why com'st thou? Ghost. To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi. Bru. Well; then I shall see thee again? Ghost. Ay, at Philippi. Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then. Now I have taken heart thou vanishest : [Exit Ghost. Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee. Luc. The strings, my lord, are false. Bru. He thinks he still is at his instrument. Lucius, awake! Luc. My lord? 290 Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out? Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. Bru. Yes, that thou didst: didst thou see any thing? Luc. Nothing, my lord. Bru. Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudius! To Var.] Fellow thou, awake! Var. My lord? Clau. My lord? 300 Bru. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep? Var. Clau. Did we, my lord? Bru. Ay: saw you any thing? Nor I, my lord. Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing. Clau. Bru. Go and commend me to my brother Cassius; Bid him set on his powers betimes before, Var. Clau. It shall be done, my lord. [Exeunt ACT V SCENE I. The plains of Philippi. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army. Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered: Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know 10 Mess. Enter a Messenger. The enemy comes on in gallant show; Their bloody sign of battle is hung out, Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on, Oct. Upon the right hand I; keep thou the left. 4. battles= ranks, troops. 5. [warn: 19 [March challenge. So, in the old game of football, the side that opened the game called out "Warning !" and the other replied "Take 'em!"] |