The enemy, marching along by them, By them shall make a fuller number up, These people at our back. Cas. Hear me, good brother. Bru. Under your pardon.-You most note beside, That we have try'd the utmost of our friends Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe ; The enemy increaseth every day, We, at the height, are ready to decline. Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Cas. Then, with your will, go on; We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi. Which we will niggard with a little rest. There is no more to say? Cas. No more. Good night; Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. [Messala ;Farewell, good Good night, Titinius :-Noble, noble Cassius, Cas. O my dear brother! This was an ill-beginning of the night: Never come such division 'tween our souls! Let it not, Brutus. Bru. Every thing is well. Cas. Good night, my lord. Bru. Good night, good brother. Tit. Mes. Good night, lord Brutus. Bru. Farewell, every one. [Exe. CAS. TIT. and MES. Re-enter LUCIUS, with the gown. Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument? Luc. Here in the tent. Bru. What, thou speak'st drowsily? Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch: Call Claudius, and some other of my men ; Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS. Var. Calls my lord? Bru. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent, and sleep; [sure. your plea Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch [Servants lie down. 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? Bru. It does, my boy: I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might; 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 :-O murd'rous slumber! Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, That plays thee music ?-Gentle knave, good night; If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument; How ill this taper burns!-Ha! who comes here? That shapes this monstrous apparition. It comes upon me :-Art thou any thing? Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. Bru. Why com'st thou ? 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.- Luc. The strings, my lord, are false. Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instrument.Lucius, awake. Luc. My lord! Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so cry'dst out? Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. Bru. Yes, that thou didst : Didst thou see any thing? 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? Bru. Ay: Saw you any thing? Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing. Clau. Nor I, lord. my Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother Cassius ; Bid him set on his powers betimes before, And we will follow. Var. Clau. It shall be done, my lord. ACT V. SCENE I.-The Plains of Philippi. ANTONY, and their Army. [Exeunt Enter OCTAVIUS ; Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered: To visit other places; and come down With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face, To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage ; Enter a Messenger. Mes. Prepare you, generals: Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on, Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left. [March. Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and others. Bru. They stand, and would have parley. Bru. Words before blows: Is it so, countrymen ? Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius. Cas. Antony, The posture of your blows are yet unknown; Ant. Not stingless too. Bru. O, yes, and soundless too; For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony, And, very wisely, threat before you sting. Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar : You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds, And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet; Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind, Struck Cæsar on the neck. O flatterers ! Cas. Flatterers!-Now, Brutus, thank yourself: 5 This tongue had not offended so to-day, If Cassius might have rul'd. 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 ?- Oct. So I hope ; I was not born to die on Brutus' sword. Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable. Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour, Join'd with a masker and a reveller. Ant. Old Cassius still! Oct. Come, Antony; away. Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth : you dare fight to-day, come to the field ; If If not, when you have stomachs. [Exe. OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army. Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; and swim, The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. [bark! [BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart. Lucilius; hark, a word with you. Bru. Ho! Luc. My lord. 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 compell'd to set Upon one battle all our liberties. You know, that I held Epicurus strong, STEEVENS. |