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thy instrument a strain or two？ LUCIUS。 Ay； my lord； an't please you。
BRUTUS。 It does； my boy。 I trouble thee too much； but thou art willing。
LUCIUS。 It is my duty； sir。 BRUTUS。 I should not urge thy duty past thy
might； I know young bloods look for a time of rest。 LUCIUS。 I have slept；
my lord； already。 BRUTUS。 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 murtherous slumber； Layest thou thy leaden
mace upon my boy That plays thee music？ Gentle knave； good night。 I
will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee。 If thou dost nod； thou
break'st thy instrument； I'll take it from thee； and； good boy； good night。
Let me see； let me see； is not the leaf turn'd down Where I left reading？
Here it is； I think。 Sits down。
Enter the Ghost of Caesar。
How ill this taper burns！ Ha； who comes here？ I think it is the
weakness of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous apparition。 It comes
upon me。 Art thou anything？ Art thou some god； some angel； or some
devil That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare？ Speak to me what
thou art。 GHOST。 Thy evil spirit； Brutus。 BRUTUS。 Why comest thou？
GHOST。 To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi。 BRUTUS。 Well； then I
shall see thee again？ GHOST。 Ay； at Philippi。 BRUTUS。 Why； I will see
thee at Philippi then。 Exit Ghost。 Now I have taken heart thou vanishest。
Ill spirit； I would hold more talk with thee。 Boy！ Lucius！ Varro！ Claudio！
Sirs； awake！ Claudio！ LUCIUS。 The strings； my lord； are false。 BRUTUS。
He thinks he still is at his instrument。 Lucius； awake！ LUCIUS。 My lord？
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BRUTUS。 Didst thou dream； Lucius； that thou so criedst out？ LUCIUS。
My lord； I do not know that I did cry。 BRUTUS。 Yes； that thou didst。 Didst
thou see anything？ LUCIUS。 Nothing； my lord。 BRUTUS。 Sleep again；
Lucius。 Sirrah Claudio！ ＇To Varro。＇ Fellow thou； awake！ VARRO。 My lord？
CLAUDIO。 My lord？ BRUTUS。 Why did you so cry out； sirs； in your
sleep？ VARRO。 CLAUDIO。 Did we； my lord？ BRUTUS。 Ay； saw you
anything？ VARRO。 No； my lord； I saw nothing。 CLAUDIO。 Nor I； my
lord。 BRUTUS。 Go and commend me to my brother Cassius； Bid him set
on his powers betimes before； And we will follow。 VARRO。 CLAUDIO。 It
shall be done； my lord。 Exeunt。
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ACT V。
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SCENE I。 The plains of Philippi。
Enter Octavius； Antony； and their Army。
OCTAVIUS。 Now； Antony； our hopes are answered。 You said the
enemy would not come down； But keep the hills and upper regions。 It
proves not so。 Their battles are at hand； They mean to warn us at Philippi
here； Answering before we do demand of them。 ANTONY。 Tut； I am in
their bosoms； and I know Wherefore they do it。 They could be content To
visit other places； and come down With fearful bravery； thinking by this
face To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage； But 'tis not so。
Enter a Messenger。
MESSENGER。 Prepare you； generals。 The enemy comes on in
gallant show； Their bloody sign of battle is hung out； And something to be
done immediately。 ANTONY。 Octavius； lead your battle softly on； Upon
the left hand of the even field。 OCTAVIUS。 Upon the right hand I； keep
thou the left。 ANTONY。 Why do you cross me in this exigent？
OCTAVIUS。 I do not cross you； but I will do so。
March。 Drum。 Enter Brutus； Cassius； and their Army； Lucilius；
Titinius； Messala； and others。
BRUTUS。 They stand； and would have parley。 CASSIUS。 Stand fast；
Titinius； we must out and talk。 OCTAVIUS。 Mark Antony； shall we give
sign of battle？ ANTONY。 No； Caesar； we will answer on their charge。
Make forth； the generals would have some words。 OCTAVIUS。 Stir not
until the signal not until the signal。 BRUTUS。 Words before blows。 Is it so；
countrymen？ OCTAVIUS。 Not that we love words better； as you do。
BRUTUS。 Good words are better than bad strokes； Octavius。 ANTONY。
In your bad strokes； Brutus； you give good words。 Witness the hole you
made in Caesar's heart； Crying 〃Long live！ Hail； Caesar！〃 CASSIUS。
Antony； The posture of your blows are yet unknown； But for your words；
they rob the Hybla bees； And leave them honeyless。 ANTONY。 Not
stingless too。 BRUTUS。 O； yes； and soundless too； For you have stol'n
their buzzing； Antony； And very wisely threat before you sting。 ANTONY。
Villains！ You did not so when your vile daggers Hack'd one another in the
sides of Caesar。 You show'd your teeth like apes； and fawn'd like hounds；
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And bow'd like bondmen； kissing Caesar's feet； Whilst damned Casca； like
a cur； behind Strooke Caesar on the neck。 O you flatterers！ CASSIUS。
Flatterers？ Now； Brutus； thank yourself。 This tongue had not offended so
today； If Cassius might have ruled。 OCTAVIUS。 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？ Never； till Caesar's three and thirty wounds Be well avenged； or till
another Caesar Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors。 BRUTUS。
Caesar； thou canst not die by traitors' hands； Unless thou bring'st them
with thee。 OCTAVIUS。 So I hope； I was not born to die on Brutus' sword。
BRUTUS。 O； if thou wert the noblest of thy strain； Young man； thou
couldst not die more honorable。 CASSIUS。 A peevish school boy；
worthless of such honor； Join'd with a masker and a reveler！ ANTONY。
Old Cassius still！ OCTAVIUS。 Come； Antony； away！ Defiance； traitors；
hurl we in your teeth。 If you dare fight today； come to the field； If not；
when you have stomachs。 Exeunt Octavius； Antony； and their Army。
CASSIUS。 Why； now； blow and； swell billow； and swim bark！ The storm
is up； and all is on the hazard。 BRUTUS。 Ho； Lucilius！ Hark； a word with
you。 LUCILIUS。 ＇Stands forth。＇ My lord？ Brutus and Lucilius converse
apart。 CASSIUS。 Messala！ MESSALA。 ＇Stands forth。＇ What says my
general？ CASSIUS。 Messala； This is my birthday； 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； And his opinion。 Now
I change my mind； And partly credit things that do presage。 Coming from
Sardis； on our former ensign Two mighty eagles fell； and there they
perch'd； Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands； Who to Philippi
here consorted us。 This morning are they fled away and gone； And in their
steads do ravens； crows； and kites Fly o'er our heads and downward look
on us； As we were sickly prey。 Their shadows seem A canopy most fatal；
under which Our army lies； ready to give up the ghost。 MESSALA。
Believe not so。 CASSIUS。 I but believe it partly； For I am fresh of spirit
and resolved To meet all perils very constantly。 BRUTUS。