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Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
Bru. What's the matter?
When that rash humour which my mother gave me
Makes me forgetful?
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
[Noise within. 569. Poet. [Within.] Let me go in to see the generals :
There is some grudge between 'em; 'tis not meet
They be alone. 570. Lucil. [Within.] You shall not come to them.
Poet. [Within.] Nothing but death shall stay me.
Enter POET. Cas. How now? What's the matter? 573. Poet. For shame, you generals! What do you mean:
Love, and be friends, as two such men should be;
For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye. 574. Cas. Ha, ha! how vilely doth this Cynic rhyme !
Bru. Get you hence, sirrah! saucy fellow, hence!
Cas. Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion. 577. Bru. I'll know his humour when he knows his time.
What should the wars do with these jigging fools?
[Exit Poet. Enter LUCILIUS and TITINIUS. 579. Bru. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
Prepare to lodge their companies to-night. 580. Cas. And come yourselves, and bring Messala with
Bru. Lucius, a bowl of wine.
Cas. Of your philosophy you make no use,
Bru. No man bears sorrow better. - Portia is dead.
Bru. She is dead. 588. Cas. How 'scaped I killing, when I crossed you so?
O insupportable and touching loss !
Upon what sickness?
And grief, that young Octavius with Mark Antony
Cas. And died so?
Bru. Even so. 592. Cas. O ye immortal gods !
Enter Lucius, with Wine and Tapers.
Cas. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.
Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. 595. Bru. Come in, Titinius. – Welcome, good Messala. –
Now sit we close about this taper here,
Cas. Portia, art thou gone? 597. Bru. No more, I pray you.
Messala, I have here received letters,
Bending their expedition toward Philippi.
Bru. With what addition?
Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus
Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree :
Cas. Cicero one? 603. Mes. Cicero is dead,
And by that order of proscription.
Bru. No, Messala.
Mes. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell :
For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. 612. Bru. Why, farewell, Portia. — We must die, Messala.
With meditating that she must die once,
Mes. Even so great men great losses should endure. 614.
Cas. I have as much of this in art as you,
But yet my nature could not bear it so. 615. Bru. Well, to our work alive. What do you think Of marching to Philippi presently?
Cas. I do not think it good.
Bru. Your reason? 618.
Cas. This it is:
Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness. 619. Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.
The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground
Cas. Hear me, good brother. 621. 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;
Or lose our ventures.
We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi. 623. Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
And nature must obey necessity;
There is no more to say?
Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. 625. Bru. Lucius, my gown.
Cas. O my dear brother,
Bru. Everything is well.
[Exeunt Cassius, TITINIUS, and MESSALA
Re-enter Lucius, with the Gown.
Luc. Here, in the tent.
Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'erwatched.
I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent. 634. Luc. Varro and Claudius !
Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS.
It may be, I shall raise you by and by
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. 640. Bru. Bear with me, good boy; I am much forgetful.
Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
Luc. Ay, my lord, an't please you.
Bru. It does, my boy:
Luc. It is my duty, Sir.
I know young bloods look for a time of rest.
Luc. I have slept, my lord, already. 646. Bru. It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again ;
I will not hold thee long: if I do live,
[Music and a song.
Enter the Ghost of CÆSAR.
Art thou anything?