Caf. This it is:

"Tis better that the enemy feek us;

So fhall he wafte his means, weary his foldiers,
Doing himself offence; whilft we, lying ftill,
Are full of reft, defence, and nimblenefs.

Bru. Good reasons muft of force give place to better. The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground, Do ftand but in a forc'd affection; For they have grudg'd us contribution: The enemy, marching along by them, By them shall make a fuller number up, Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encourag'd; From which advantage shall we cut him off, If at Philippi we do face him there, These people at our back.

Caf. Hear me, good brother

Bru. Under your pardon-You must noté befide,
That we have try'd the utmost of our friends,

Our legions are brim-full, our caufe is ripe;
The enemy increaseth every day,

We, at the height, are ready to decline.

There is a tide in the affairs of men,

Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortuné;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life

Is bound in fhallows, and in miferies.
On fuch a full fea are we now afloat;

And we must take the current when it ferves,

k

Or lofe our ventures.

Caf. Then, with our will, go on;

m

! We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi.

Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And nature muft obey neceffity;

Which we will niggard with a little rest.

There is no more to say?

Caf. No more. Good night.

Early to-morrow will we rife, and hence.

Bru. Lucius, my gown.

[Exit Luc.] Farewel, good

Mellala:

Good night, Titinius: Noble, noble Caffius,

Good night, and good repose.

Caf. O my dear brother

This was an ill beginning of the night:

Never come fuch divifion 'tween our fouls!

Let it not, Brutus '.

Bru. Every thing is well.

• Caf. Good night, my lord.

1 R. and all after except Ĉ, we will may be thought immaterial, with regard

for we'll.

1 C. on for along.

R. P. and H. we will for will we. • Here the fo's, and all after but C. direct Lucius to enter; but Lucius had not made his exit, fince he brought the wine.

P The fo's, R, P. T. W. and J. omit this direction; yet, afterwards, make Lucius enter with the gown.

• R.'s octavo, came for come.

• Here Lucius 'enters with the gown, in all editions but C. Now, though it

to the play itself, at which of the two places Tucius enters; yet in the exhibition of it, it is a matter of fome confequence. At every fresh entrance, the attention of the audience is drawn upon the perfon entering, and diverted from what ever business is paffing on the ftage befides. So that no perfon should enter till he is wanted.

s P. and all after except C. omit the two following speeches, without giving any notice thereof.

Bru. Good night, good brother.

Tit. Mef. Good night, lord Brutus.

Bru. Farewel, every one.

[Exeunt Caf, Tit, Mes,

Enter Lucius, with the gown.

Give me the gown. Where is thy inftrument?

Luc. Here in the tent.

Bru, What, thou speak'st drowsily?

Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd,

Call Claudius, and fome other of my men;

I'll have them fleep on cushions in my tent.
Luc. Varro and "Claudius !

Enter Varro and " Claudius,

Var, Calls my lord?

Bru. I pray you, firs, lye in my tent, and sleep;

It may be, I shall raise you by and by

On bufinefs to my brother Caffius.

Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch your pleafure.

Bru. I will not have it fo: lye down, good firs;

It may be I fhall otherwife bethink me.

[ Var. and Clau. retire, Look, Lucius, here 's the book I fought for fo;

I put it in the pocket of my gown.

Luc. I was fure your fordfhip did not give it me.
Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful

* Canft thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,

And touch thy inftrument a ftrain or two?

The 2d f.. art for not; the 3d and Servants retire and fleep.

4th omit not.

x The three laft fo's,

u The fo's, Claudie for Claudius, and Canft thou hold up thy infrument a firain Varrus for Varro.

w No direction before C. who directs, And touch thy beavy eyes awhile.

Luc

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, fir.

Bru. I fhould not urge thy duty paft thy might; I know, young bloods look for a time of rest.

Luc. I have flept, my lord, already.

Bru. It was well done;

I will not hold thee long.

I will be good to thee.

and thou shalt sleep again;

If I do live,

[Mufick and a fong: Y toward the
end, Lucius falls afleep.

This is a fleepy tune-Ö murderous flumber,
Lay'ft thou thy leaden mace upon my boy,

That plays thee mufick?-Gentle knave, good night.
I will not do thee fo much wrong to wake thee;
If thou doft nod, thou break'ft thy inftrument;
I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night.

[a Lays the inftrument by, and fits down to read,
Let me fee, let me fee; Is not the leaf turn'd down,
Where I left reading? Here it is, I think .
Enter the Ghost of Cæfar.

How ill this taper burns!-Ha! who comes here?
I think it is the weak nefs of mine eyes,

That fhapes this monftrous apparition.

It comes upon me :-Art thou any thing?
Art thou fome god, fome angel, or fome devil,

y The following part of this direction put in by C.

z The two first fo's, flumbler for flumber.

a No direction in this place in any of the editions before C. who directs [Lays the inftrument by and fits down.

P. and all after except C. read, Bur

let me fee, is not, &c.

c Here R. and ail after except C. direct [He fus down to read.

d Here begins Scene 7 in P. H. W.

and J.

That

That mak'ft

my blood cold, and my hair to ftare?

Speak to me, what thou art.

Ghoft. Thy evil spirit, Brutus.

Bru. Why com'ft thou?

Ghoft. To tell thee, thou shalt fee me at Philippi.

с

Bru. Well; then I fhall fee thee again?

Ghof. Ay, at Philippi.

Bru. Why I will fee thee at Philippi then.
Now I have taken heart, thou vanisheft:
Ill fpirit, I would hold more talk with thee.-
Boy, Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake!
* Claudius!

Luc. The ftrings, my lord, are false.

h

Bru. He thinks he ftill is at his inftrument.

Lucius, awake.

Luc. My lord 1?

[f vanishes.

Bru. Didft thou dream, Lucius, that thou so cry'dft out?
Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry.

Bru. Yes, that thou didft: Didft thou fee 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 fo cry out, firs, in your fleep?
Var. Clau. Did we, my lord?

• P. and all after except C. omit Well.

f No direction in the fo's.-R. and all after except C. direct [Exit gboft.

The fo's, Varrus for Varro, and Claudio for Claudius.

The 4th f. R.'s octavo, T.'s duodecimo, W. and J. is fill for fill is. i Here C. directs [waking.] k T. H. and W. is W's emendation.

Varro for thou; this

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