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please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure.

      BRUTUS

      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.

      VARRO and CLAUDIUS lie down

      LUCIUS

      I was sure your lordship did not give it me.

      BRUTUS

      Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.

      Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,

      And touch thy instrument a strain or two?

      LUCIUS

      Ay, my lord, an’t please you.

      BRUTUS

      It does, my boy:

      I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.

      LUCIUS

      It is my duty, sir.

      BRUTUS

      I should not urge thy duty past thy might;

      I know young bloods look for a time of rest.

      LUCIUS

      I have slept, my lord, already.

      BRUTUS

      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

      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;

      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 CAESAR

      How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here?

      I think it is the weakness of mine eyes

      That shapes this monstrous apparition.

      It comes upon me. Art thou any thing?

      Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,

      That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare?

      Speak to me what thou art.

      GHOST

      Thy evil spirit, Brutus.

      BRUTUS

      Why comest thou?

      GHOST

      To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.

      BRUTUS

      Well; then I shall see thee again?

      GHOST

      Ay, at Philippi.

      BRUTUS

      Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.

      Exit Ghost

      Now I have taken heart thou vanishest:

      Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.

      Boy, Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Claudius!

      LUCIUS

      The strings, my lord, are false.

      BRUTUS

      He thinks he still is at his instrument.

      Lucius, awake!

      LUCIUS

      My lord?

      BRUTUS

      Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out?

      LUCIUS

      My lord, I do not know that I did cry.

      BRUTUS

      Yes, that thou didst: didst thou see any thing?

      LUCIUS

      Nothing, my lord.

      BRUTUS

      Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudius!

      To VARRO

      Fellow thou, awake!

      VARRO

      My lord?

      CLAUDIUS

      My lord?

      BRUTUS

      Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?

      VARRO CLAUDIUS

      Did we, my lord?

      BRUTUS

      Ay: saw you any thing?

      VARRO

      No, my lord, I saw nothing.

      CLAUDIUS

      Nor I, my lord.

      BRUTUS

      Go and commend me to my brother Cassius;

      Bid him set on his powers betimes before,

      And we will follow.

      VARRO CLAUDIUS

      It shall be done, my lord.

      Exeunt

      Act V

      Scene I

      The plains of Philippi.

      Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army

      OCTAVIUS

      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;

      They mean to warn us at Philippi here,

      Answering before we do demand of them.

      ANTONY

      Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know

      Wherefore they do it: they could be content

      To visit other places; and come down

      With fearful bravery, thinking by this face

      To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage;

      But ’tis not so.

      Enter a Messenger

      Messenger

      Prepare you, generals:

      The enemy comes on in gallant show;

      Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,

      And something to be done immediately.

      ANTONY

      Octavius, lead your battle softly on,

      Upon the left hand of the even field.

      OCTAVIUS

      Upon the right


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