Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; • Omitted, all the voyage of their life

Is bound in fhallows, and in miferies. • On fuch a full fea are we now a-float:

And we must take the current when it ferves, • Or lofe our ventures

Caf. Then, with your will, go on: we will along Ourselves, and meet them at Philippi.

Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
And nature muft obey neceffity;

Which we will niggard with a little rest.
There is no more to fay.

Caf. No more; good night;

Early to-morrow will we rife, and hence:

Enter Lucius.

Bru, Lucius, my gown; farewel, good Meffala,

[Exit Lucius.

Good night, Titinius noble, noble Caffius,

:

Good night, and good repofe.

Caf. O my dear brother!

This was an ill beginning of the night:
Never come fuch divifion 'tween our fouls ;.
Let it not, Brutus !

Re-enter Lucius with the gown.

Bru. Ev'ry thing is well.

Tit. Mef. Good night, Lord Brutus.

Bru. Farewel, every one.

[Exeunt.

Give me the gown. Where is thy inftrument?

Luc. Here, in the tent.

Bru. What, thou speak'ft drowsily?

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

Call Claudius, and fame other of my men ;

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

Luc. Varro and Claudius !

SCENE VI. Enter Varro and Claudius.

Var. Calls my Lord?

Bru. I pray you, Sirs, lie in my tent, and sleep; It may be I fhall raife you by and by,

On business to my brother Caffius.

[pleasure.

Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch your

Bru. I will not have it fo; lie down, good Sirs: It may be I thall otherwife bethink nre, Look, Lucius, here's the book I fought for fo; I put it in the pocket of my gown.

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't please you.

Bru. It does, my boy;

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

Bru. I fhould not urge thy duty paft thy might;
I know, young bloods look for a time of reft.
Luc. I have flept, my Lord, already.

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

I will be good to thee.
This is a fleepy tune-

[Mufic and a fong.

-O murth'rous flumber! Lay'st thou thy leaden máce upon my boy, That plays thee mufic? Gentle knave, good night. I will not do thee fo much wrong to wake thee. If thou dost nod, thou break'ft thy inftrument, I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night. But let me fee is not the leaf turn'd down. Where I left reading? here it is, I think.

[He fits down to read.

SCENE

VIL

How ill this taper burns!

Enter the Ghaft of Cæfar.

Ha! who comes here ?

I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes,

That fhapes this monftrous apparition !

It comes upon me Art thou any thing?
Art thou fome god, fome angel, or fome devil,
That mak't my blood cold, and my hair to ftare ?
Speak to me, what thou art,

Ghoft. Thy evil spirit, Brutus.

Bru. Why com'ft thou?

Ghoft. To tell thee thou fhalt fee me at Philippi.
Bru. Then I fhall fee thee again

Ghoft Ay, at Philippi.

[Exit Ghoft

Bru. Why, I will fee thee at Philippi then.

Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest:

Ill spirit, 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 is ftill at his inftrument. 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 didft. Didit thou fee any thing? Luc. Nothing, my Lord.

Bru. Sleep again, Lucius; firrah, Claudius, fellow! Varro! awake.

Var. My Lord!

Clau. My Lord !

Bru. Why did you fo cry out, Sirs, in your sleep? Bath. Did we, my Lord?

Bru. Ay, faw you any thing?

Var. No, my Lord, I faw nothing.

Clau. Nor 1, my Lord.

Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother Cassius:

Bid him set on his pow'rs betimes before,

And we will follow.

Bath. It fhall be done, my Lord.

ACT

v.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.

oa.

The fields of Philippi, with the two camps.
Enter Octavius, Antony, and their army.

NW, And, the enemy would not come down,

Ow, Antony, our hopes are answered.
You faid,

But keep the hills and upper regions :

It proves not fo; their battles are at hand,
They mean to wage us at Philippi here,
Anfwering 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 vifit other places, and come down
With fearful bravery; thinking, by this face,

To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage.

But 'tis not fo.

Enter a Meffenger.

Mef. Prepare you, Generals;
The enemy comes on in gallant shew;
Their bloody fign of battle is hung out,
And fomething's to be done immediately.

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

Oct. Upon the right hand 1, keep thou the left.
Ant. Why do you crofs me in this exigent?

Da. I do not cross you; but I will do so. [March.

Enter Brutus, Caffius, and their army.

Bru. They ftand, and would have parley. Caf. Stand faft, Titinius, we must out and talk. Oc. Mark Antony, shall we give fign of battle? Ant. No, Cæfar, we will answer on their charge. Make forth, the Generals would have fome words. Oft. 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 strokes, Brutus, you give good Witness the hole you made in Cæfar's heart, [words. Crying, Long live hail, Cæfar!"

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Caf. Antony,

The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,

And leave them honeyless.

Ant. Not ftingless too *.

Bru. You threat before you fting.

Ant. Villains! you did not fo, when your vile dağHack'd one another in the fides of Cæfar.

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You fhew'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!

Caf. Flatterers! now, Brutus, thank yourself; This tongue had not offended fo to-day,

If Caffius might have rul'd.

Oct. Come, come, the caufe. If arguing make us The proof of it will turn to redder drops.

Behold, I draw a fword againft 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

[fweat,

Have added flaughter to the word of traitors.
Bru. Cæfar, thou canst not die by traitor's hands,
Unless thou bring't 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 couldst not die more honourable. Caf. A peevith schoolboy, 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 your teeth.
If you dare fight to day, come to the field;
If not, when you have ftomachs.

[Exeunt Octavius, Antony, and army.

Caf. Why, now blow wind, fwell billow, and fwim The ftorm is up, and all is on the hazard.

Bru. Lucilius,-hark, a word with you.

[bark!

[Lucilius, and Meffala ftand forth.

Luc. My Lord. [Brutus Speaks apart to Lucilius. Caf. Meffala!

Mef. What fays my General ?

Caf. Meffala,

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