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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 :
'Tis better that the enemy seek us :
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,
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
It may be I shall otherwise bethink me.
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.
That mak’st my blood cold, and my hair to stare?
Speak to me what thou art.
Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Philippi.
[Ghost vanishes. 652. Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then.
Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest:
Luc. The strings, my lord, are false.
Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instrument. –
Luc. My lord !
Luc. Nothing, my lord.
Var. My lord !
Clau. Nor I, my lord.
Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
Var. Clau. It shall be done, my lord. [Exeunt.
SCENE I. - The Plains of Philippi.
Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army. 670. Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered.
You said the enemy would not come down,
Answering before we do demand of them.
Wherefore they do it: they could be content
Enter a MESSENGER.
Mess. Prepare you, generals :
And something to be done immediately. 673. Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
Upon the left hand of the even field. 674. Oct. Upon the right hand I; keep thou the left. 675. 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; LUCIL
IUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and others. 677. Bru. They stand, and would have parley.
Cas. Stand fast, Titinius : we must out and talk. 679. Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle? 680. Ant. No, Cæsar, we will answer on their charge. Make forth; the generals would have some words.
Oct. Stir not until the signal.