Good night, Titinius:-Noble, noble Cassius, Cas. O my dear brother, This was an ill beginning of the night: Never come such division 'tween our souls! Let it not, Brutus. Bru. Everything is well. Cas. Good night, my lord. Bru. Good night, good brother. Tit. Mes. Good night, lord Brutus. Bru. Farewell, every one. [Exeunt CASSIUS, TITINIUS, and MESSALA. Re-enter LUCIUS, with the Gown. Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument? Bru. What, thou speak'st drowsily? Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'erwatch'd. I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent. Luc. Varro, and Claudius! Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS. Var. Calls my lord? Bru. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent, and sleep; 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. Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so, I put it in the pocket of my gown. [SERVANTS lie down. Luc. I was sure your lordship did not give it me. Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful. 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. Bru. It is well done; and thou shalt sleep again; I will be good to thee. [Music and a Song. This is a sleepy tune :-O murd'rous slumber! * Sceptre. Let me see, let me see;-Is not the leaf turn'd down, Enter the GHOST of CÆSAR. How ill this taper burns!-Ha! who comes here? That shapes this monstrous apparition. It comes upon me:-Art thou anything? Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. Bru. Why comest thou? [He sits down. Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Philippi. 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: Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee. [GHOST vanishes. 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. Thou didst dream, Lucius, that thou so cry'dst out? Bru. Yes, that thou didst: Didst thou see anything? Luc. Nothing, my lord. Bru. Sleep again, Lucius.-Sirrah, Claudius! Fellow thou! awake. Var. My lord. Clau. My lord. Bru. Why did you so cry out, Sirs, in your sleep? Var. Clau. Did we, my lord? Bru. Ay: Saw you anything? Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing. Clau. Nor I, my lord. Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother Cassius; Bid him set on his powers betimes before, And we will follow. Var. Clau. It shall be done, my lord. ACT V. 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; [Exeunt. It proves not so; their battles are at hand; With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face, Enter a MESSENGER. Mess. Prepare you, generals: The enemy comes on in gallant show; Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left. Oct. I do not cross you; but I will do so. [March. 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. Bru. Words before blows: Is it so, countrymen ? Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius. Crying, Long live! hail, Casar! Cas. Antony, The posture of your blows are yet unknown; Ant. Not stingless too. Bru. O, yes, and soundless too; For you have stolen their buzzing, Antony, And, very wisely, threat before you sting. Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar : You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds, And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet; Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind, Struck Cæsar on the neck. O flatterers! 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, *Summon. The proof of it will turn to redder drops. I draw a sword against conspirators; When think you that the sword goes up again ?— Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors. Oct. So I hope; I was not born to die on Brutus' sword. Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable. Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour, Join'd with a masker and a reveller. Ant. Old Cassius still! Oct. Come, Antony; away. Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth: If not, when you have stomachs. [Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army. Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell billow; and swim, bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. Bru. Ho! Lucilius; hark, a word with you. Luc. My lord. Cas. Messala, [BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart. Mes. What says my general? Cas. Messala, This is my birth-day: as this very day Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala: Be thou my witness, that, against my will, As Pompey was, am I compell'd to set Upon one battle all our liberties. You know, that I held Epicurus strong, This morning are they fled away, and gone; Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost. Cas. I but believe it partly; For I am fresh of spirit, and resolved To meet all perils very constantly. Bru. Even so, Lucilius. Cas. Now, most noble Brutus, The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may, But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain, Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent Cas. Then, if we lose this battle, You are contented to be led in triumph Through the streets of Rome ? Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman He bears too great a mind. But this same day If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed; If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made. Bru. Why then, lead on.-O, that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come! But it sufficeth, that the day will end, And then the end is known.-Come, ho! away! SCENE II.-The same. The Field of Battle. Alarum.-Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA. Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills* Let them set on at once; for I perceive [Exeunt. [Loud Alarum. [Exeunt. SCENE III. -The same. Another part of the Field. Cas. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! |