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Cas. Cicero one?
Mes. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?
That, methinks, is strange. Bru. Why ask you? Hear you aught of her in yours? Mes. No, my lord.
Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.
Mes. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell : For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.
Bru. Why, farewell, Portia.-We must die, Messala:
Mes. Even so great men great losses should endure.
But yet my nature could not bear it so.
Bru. Well, to our work alive. What do you think Of marching to Philippi presently?
Cas. I do not think it good.
"Tis better, that the enemy seek us:
This it is:
Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to better. The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground, Do stand but in a forc'd affection;
For they have grudg'd us contribution :
The enemy, marching along by them,
These people at our back.
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune:
And we must take the current when it serves,
Then, with your will, go on:
No more. Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. Bru. Lucius, my gown.-[Exit LUCIUS.]—Farewell, good Messala ;
Good night, Titinius.-Noble, noble Cassius,
O my dear brother!
Good night, good brother.
Tit. Mes. Good night, lord Brutus.
Farewell, every one. [Exeunt CASSIUS, TITINIUS, and MESSALA Re-enter LUCIUS, with the gown.
Where is thy instrument ? tent.
Give me the gown.
Enter VARRO, and CLAUDIUS.
Var. Calls my lord?
Bru. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent, and sleep;
It may be, I shall raise you by and by
On business to my brother Cassius.
Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch your pleasure.
Bru. I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs;
It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me.
Luc. I was sure, your lordship did not give it me.
Luc. Ay, my lord, an it please you.
[Servants lie down.
I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might;
Bru. It is well done; and thou shalt sleep again;
I will be good to thee.
This is a sleepy tune :-O murd'rous slumber!
Enter the Ghost of CESAR.
How ill this taper burns!-Ha! who comes here?
Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
It does, my boy:
[Music, and a song.
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.
Bru. Why, I shall see thee at Philippi then.-
Var. My lord.
[He sits down
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. Nothing, my lord.
Bru. Sleep again, Lucius.-Sirrah, Claudius! Fellow thou! awake.
Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry.
Bru. Yes, that thou didst: Didst thou see any thing?
Bru. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?
Var. Clau. Did we, my lord?
Ay, saw you any thing?
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.
Var. Clau. It shall be done, my lord.
The fifth Act is occupied with the battle of Philippi, the defeat and death of Brutus and Cassius. They perish by their own hands. The Drama ends with the following eulogium on Brutus, by Antony and Octavius.
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all :
Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,
WHAT YOU WILL.
Shakspeare appears to have invariably sought for the originals of his plots from sources within his reach.-The Italian novelists of his period furnished ample materials for his purpose, but although there are traces to be found in the present Comedy, of incidents, which are evidently borrowed from these sources, yet even the industrious and acute researches of the critics cannot distinctly trace out the precise authorities, to which the Poet is indebted for the groundwork of this delightful Comedy.
There is in this Drama, an under plot,-skilfully interwoven into the main subject, yet, in no degree necessary to the chief action of the Play. The nature of our design, has induced the rejection of the comic incidents, which form the minor plot, so that we might incorporate into our selections, the entire main story, with all its charming beauties of graceful and touching Poetry.
ORSINO, Duke of Illyria.
SEBASTIAN, a young gentleman, brother to Viola.
ANTONIO, a sea captain, friend to Sebastian.
A sea captain, friend to Viola.
VALENTINE, CURIO, gentlemen attending on the Duke.
Sir TOBY BELCH, uncle of Olivia.
OLIVIA, a rich Countess.
VIOLA, in love with the Duke.
MARIA, Olivia's woman.
Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and other Attendants.
SCENE-A City in ILLYRIA; and the Sea-coast near it.