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Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
Why com’st thon?
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. Boy! Lucius!- Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Claudius!
Luc. The strings, my lord, are false.
Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instrument. Lucius, awake.
A Luc. My lord! Bru. Dídst 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.
Var. My lord.
Ay: Saw you any thing?
Nor I, my lord. Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother Cassius ; Bid bim set on his powers betimes before, And we will follow. Var. Clau. It shall be done, my lord.
SCENE I. The Plains of PuikipPI. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army. Oct. 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.
Ant. 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. Mess. Prepare you, generals: The enemy comes on in gallant show; Their bloody sign of battle is hung out, And something to be done immediately.
Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on, Upon the left hand of the even field, Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left. 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;
LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and others. Bru. They stand, and would have parley. Cas. Stand fast, Titinius: We must out and talk. Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?
Ant. No, Cæsar, we will answer on their charge.
Oct. Stir not until the signal.
Not stingless too.
Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers
Cas. Flatterers!--Now, Brytus, thank yourself:
Oct. Come, come, the cause : If arguing make us
Bru. Cæsar, thou canst not die by traitors,
So I hope;
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!
Come, Antony: away
[Exeunt Octavius, Antony, and their Army, Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; and swim,
What says my general? 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, And his opinion: now I change my mind,
And partly credit things that do presage.
Mes. Believe, not so.
I but believe it partly;
Now, most noble Brutus,
Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy,
Then, if we lose this battle,
Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman, That ever Brutus will go boand to Rome; He bears too great a mind. But this same day Must end that work, the ides of March begun; And whether we shall meet again, I know not.