I put it in the pocket of my gown. [SERVANTS lie down. 640. Luc. I was sure your lordship did not give it me.

Bru. 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 ?

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.
645. Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might;

I know young bloods look for a time of rest.

Luc. I have slept, my lord, already.

Bru. 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 :-0 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 turned down,
Where I left reading ? Here it is, I think. [He sits down.

Enter the Ghost of CÆSAR.
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 anything ?
Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
That mak’st my blood cold, and my hair to stare ?
Speak to me what thou art.

Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus.

Bru. Why com’st thou ?
650. Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Philippi.

Bru. Well; then I shall see thee again?
Ghost. Ay, at Philippi.

[GHOST vanishes.
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.-
Boy! Lucius !--Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake!-
Claudius!

Luc. The strings, my lord, are false.
655. Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instrument.-

Lucius, awake.

Luc. My lord!
Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so cried'st out?
Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry.

Bru. Yes, that thou didst : Didst thou see anything ? 60. 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 ? 65.

Var. Clau. Did we, my lord ?
Bru. Ay: Saw you

nything?
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.
170. Var. Clau. It shall be done, my lord.

[Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE 1.—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 :
It proves not so; their battles are at hand;
They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
Answering 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 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.

Mess. Prepare you, generals :
The enemy comes on in gallant show;
Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,
And something to be done immediately.

Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on,

Upon the left hand of the even field.
675. Oct. Upon the right hand I; keep thou the left.

Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent ?
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, 680. Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle ?

Ant. No, Cæsar, we will answer on their charge.
Make forth; the generals would have some words.

Oct. Stir not until the signal.
Bru. Words before blows : Is it so, countrymen?

Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do. 685. Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.

Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words:
Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart,
Crying, Long live ! hail, Cæsar !

Cas. Antony,
The posture of your blows are yet unknown ;
But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.

Ant. Not stingless too.

Bru. O, yes, and soundless too;
For you have stolen their buzzing, Antony,

And, very wisely, threat before you sting.
690. Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers

Hacked one another in the sides of Cæsar :
You showed your teeth like apes, and fawned like hounds,
And bowed like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet;
Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind,
Struck Cæsar on the neck. O you 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,
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 ?-
Never, till Cæsar's three and thirty wounds
Be well avenged; or till another Cæsar
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.

Bru. Cæsar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands,
Unless thou bring'st them with thee.

Oct. So I hope ;
I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
695. Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
Young man, thou could'st not die more honourable.

Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour,
Joined with a masker and a reveller.

Ant. Old Cassius still!

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 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. 00. Bru. Ho! Lucilius; hark, a word with you.

Lucil. My lord [BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart.
Cas. Messala, -
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 compelled to set
Upon one battle all our liberties.
You know, that I held Epicurus strong,
And his opinion: now I change my mind,
And partly credit things that do presage.
Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign
Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perched,
Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands;
Who to Philippi here consorted us ;
This morning are they fled away, and gone;
And in their steads, do ravens, crows, and kites
Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us,
As we were sickly prey ; their shadows seem
A canopy most fatal, under which

Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost. 705. Mes. Believe not so.

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,
Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age !
But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain,
Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
If we do lose this battle, then is this
The very last time we shall speak together :
What are you then determined to do ?

Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy,
By which I did blame Cato for the death
Which he did give himself, I know not how,
But I do find it cowardly and vile,

For fear of what might fall, so to prevent
The term of life ;-arming myself

with patience,
To stay the providence of those high powers

That govern us below.
710. Cas. Then, if we lose this battle,

You are contented to be led in triumph
Thorough the streets of Rome ?

Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman,
That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;
He bears too great a mind. But this same day
Must end that work, the ides of March begun;
And whether we shall meet again, I know not.
Therefore our everlasting farewell take :-
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius !
If we do meet again, why we shall smile ;
If not, why then this parting was well made.

Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus !
If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed ;
If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made.

Bru. Why then, lead on.-0, 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! [Exeunt.

SCENE II.-The same. The Field of Battle.

Alarum.--Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA,
Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills
Unto the legions on the other side :

[Loud Alarum.
Let them set on at once : for I perceive
But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing,
And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
Ride, ride, Messala : let them all come down. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.-The same. Another part of the Field.
Alarums.-

Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS. 715. Cas. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!

Myself have to mine own turned enemy :
This ensign here of mine was turning back ;
I slew the coward, and did take it from him.

Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early;
Who, having some advantage on Octavius,
Took it too eagerly; his soldiers fell to spoil,
Whilst we by Antony are all enclosed.

Enter PINDARUS.
Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off ;