Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, Enter the Ghost of CÆSAR 270 [Sits down. How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here? That shapes this monstrous apparition. It comes upon me. Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, That makest my blood cold, and my hair to stare? 280 Speak to me what thou art. Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. Bru. Why comest 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. Now I have taken heart thou vanishest: 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? 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 anything? Luc. Nothing, my lord. Bru. Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudius! [TO VARRO] 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? 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 With fearful bravery, thinking by this face To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage; Enter a Messenger ΤΟ Mess. Prepare you, generals: The enemy comes on in gallant show; Cct. Upon the right hand I; keep thou the left. Drum. 19 Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and others Bru. They stand, and would have parley. Bru. Words before blows: is it so, countrymen? Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words: Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart, Cas. Antony, The posture of your blows are yet unknown; Ant. Not stingless too. 30 Bru. O, yes, and soundless too; For you have stolen their buzzing, Antony, Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers Hacked one another in the sides of Cæsar: 40 You showed your teeth like apes, and fawned like hounds, And bowed like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet; Cas. Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself: This tongue had not offended so to-day, If Cassius might have ruled. Oct. Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us sweat, The proof of it will turn to redder drops. Look; I draw a sword against conspirators; When think you that the sword goes up again? Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors. 50 Bru. Cæsar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands, Unless thou bring'st them with thee. Oct. So I hope; |