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Mes. Even so great men great losses should endure.
Cas. I have as much of this in art as you,

But yet my nature could not bear it so.

Bru. Well, to our work alive. What do you think 195 Of marching to Philippi presently?

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So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still, 200 Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness.

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.
205 The enemy, marching along by them,
By them shall make a fuller number up,
Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encourag'd;
From which advantage shall we cut him off,
If at Philippi we do face him there,

210 These people at our back.


Hear me, good brother.

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:
The enemy increaseth every day;

215 We, at the height, are ready to decline.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life

Is bound in shallows and in miseries.

220 On such a full sea are we now afloat;

And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.


Then, with your will, go on;

We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi.

Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk, 225 And nature must obey necessity;

Which we will niggard with a little rest.

There is no more to say?


No more.

Good night:

Early to-morrow will we rise and hence.

Bru. Lucius! [Re-enter LUCIUS.] My gown.
LUCIUS.] Farewell, good Messala:

230 Good night, Titinius: noble, noble Cassius,
Good night, and good repose.



O my dear brother!

This was an ill beginning of the night:
Never come such division 'tween our souls!
Let it not, Brutus.


Cas. Good night, my lord.



Every thing is well.

Good night, good brother.

Tit. Mes. Good night, Lord Brutus.

Farewell, every one.

[Exeunt all but BRUTUS.

Re-enter LUCIUS, with the gown.

Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?

Luc. Here in the tent.


What, thou speak'st drowsily?

Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd.

240 Call Claudius and some other of my men;

I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.

Luc. Varro and Claudius!


Var. Calls my


Bru. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep;

245 It may be I shall raise you by and by

On business to my brother Cassius.

Var. So please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure.
Bru. I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs;

It may be I shall otherwise bethink me.

250 Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so; I put it in the pocket of my gown.

[VARRO and CLAUDIUS lie down.

Luc. I was sure your lordship did not give it me. Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful. Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,

255 And touch thy instrument a strain or two? Luc. Ay, my lord, an't please you.


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; 260 I know young bloods look for a time of rest.

Luc. I have slept, my lord, already.

Bru. It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again; I will not hold thee long: if I do live,

I will be good to thee.

[Music, and a song.

265 This is a sleepy tune. O murderous slumber,
Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy,
That plays thee music? Gentle knave, good night
I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee.
If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument;
270 I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night.
Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turn'd down
Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.

Enter the Ghost of CÆSAR.

How ill this taper burns!

[Sits down.

Ha! who comes here?

I think it is the weakness of mine eyes

275 That shapes this monstrous apparition.


It comes upon me.

Art thou some god,

Art thou any thing?

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.


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. [Exit Ghost.

285 Now I have taken heart thou vanishest.



Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.
Boy, Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake!

Luc. The strings, my lord, are false.

Bru. He thinks he still is at his instrument. Lucius, awake!

Luc. My lord?

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 VARRO.] Fellow thou, awake!

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Bru. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?
Var. Clau. Did we, my lord?


Ay saw you any thing?

Nor I, my lord.

Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing.

Bru. Go and commend me to my brother Cassius;

305 Bid him set on his powers betimes before,

And we will follow.

Var. Clau.

It shall be done, my lord. [Exeunt.


SCENE I. The Plains of Philippi

Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army

Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered:
You said the enemy would not come down,
But keep the hills and upper regions;
It proves not so: their battles are at hand;
5 They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
Answering before we do demand of them.

Ant. Tut! I am in their bosoms, and I know
Wherefore they do it: they could be content
To visit other places; and come down

10 With fearful bravery, thinking by this face
To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage;
But 'tis not so.

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The enemy comes on in gallant show; Their bloody sign of battle is hung out, 15 And something to be done immediately.

Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
Upon the left hand of the even field.

Oct. 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 so.


Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and others.

Bru. They stand, and would have parley.

Cas. Stand fast, Titinius: we must out and talk.

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