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Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe;
increaseth every day;
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
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. 647. Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. 648. Bru. Why com’st thou?
Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Philippi. 650. Bru. Well; then I shall see thee again? 651. Ghost. Ay, 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. 668. Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother Cassius;
Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
Var. Clau. It shall be done, my lord. [Eweunt.
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.
Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words: Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart,
Crying, Long live! Hail, Cæsar! 686. Cas. Antony,
The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
Ant. Not stingless too.
Bru. O, yes, and soundless too;
And, very wisely, threat before you sting. 689. Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile dag
Struck Cæsar on the neck. O you flatterers !
This tongue had not offended so to-day,
If Cassius might have ruled. 691. Oct. Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors. 692. Bru. Cæsar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands, Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
Oct. So I hope;
Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honor,
Ant. Old Cassius still ! 697. Oct. Come, Antony; away!
Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth.