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Julius Caesar

Act IV, Scene 3

Brutus's tent.
 
[Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS]
 
CASSIUS
            ,            ,           ,        ,         ,
      That you | have wronged | me doth | appear | in this:
       ,      2       ,           ,       ,        ,
      You have con|demned, and | noted | Lucius | Pella
           ,         ,       ,            ,     ,
      For ta|king bribes | here of | the Sar|dians;
            ,       ,          ,       ,         ,
      Wherein | my let|ters, pray|ing on | his side,
          ,         ,         ,           ,        ,
5     Because | I knew | the man | were sligh|ted off.
 
BRUTUS
             ,            ,         ,          ,        ,
      You wronged | yourself | to write | in such | a case.
 
CASSIUS
           ,        ,         ,             ,    ,
      In such | a time | as this | it is / not meet
           ,        ,        ,              ,         ,        ->
      That e|very nice | offence | should bear | his com||ment.
 
BRUTUS
       ,         ,          ,         ,          ,
      Let | me tell | you, Cas|sius, you | yourself
            ,         ,           ,         ,        ,
10    Are much | condemned | to have | an itch|ing palm;
           ,          ,          ,    ,          ,
      To sell | and mart | your of|fices | for gold
          ,    ,
      To un|deser|vers.
 
CASSIUS
                       ,       ,         ,
                       I,| an it|ching palm?
            ,          ,         ,               ,     ,
      You know | that you | are Bru|tus that / speak this,
          ,         ,            ,            ,           ,
15    Or by | the gods,| this speech | were else | your last.
 
BRUTUS
            ,        ,        ,        ,        ,         o ->
      The name | of Cas|sius ho|nors this | corrup||tion,
            ,    ,               ,          ,           ,  ->
      And chas|tisement | doth there|fore hide || his head.
 
CASSIUS
            ,        o ->
      Chastise|ment?
 
BRUTUS
         ,        ,            ,         ,        ,       o
      Remem|ber March,|| the ides | of March | remem|ber:
      <-     ,       ,    ,          ,          ,         __
20      Did not || great Ju/lius | bleed for | justice'| sake?
            ,          ,           ,       ,          ,
      What vil|lain touched | his bo|dy, that | did stab,
           ,         ,          ,           ,        ,
      And not | for jus|tice? What?| Shall one | of us
              ,           ,        ,        ,           ,
      That struck | the fore|most man | of all | this world
       ,            ,        ,          ,         ,
      But for | suppor|ting rob|bers: shall | we now,
          ,     ,         ,                ,     ,
25    Contam|inate | our fin|gers with / base bribes,
            ,          ,       ,       2      ,      ,
      And sell | the migh|ty space | of our large | honors
           ,          ,         ,         ,        ,
      For so | much trash | as may | be gras|ped thus?
       2     ,       ,      ,         ,          ,
      I had ra|ther be | a dog,| and bay | the moon,
             ,       ,
      Than such | a Ro|man.
 
CASSIUS
                             ,         ,         ,
30                          Bru|tus, bait | not me;
            ,        ,         ,        ,          ,
      I'll not | endure | it: you | forget | yourself
           ,         ,   ,         ,         ,
      To hedge | me in.| I am | a sol|dier, aye,
       ,           ,        ,        ,          ,
      Older | in prac|tise, a|bler than | yourself
           ,        ,      2
      To make | condi|tions.
 
BRUTUS
                                ,      2     ,     ,
35                          Go to:| you are not | Cassius.
 
CASSIUS
         ,
      I am.
 
BRUTUS
           ,        ,        ___   oo
           I say | you are | not.|
 
CASSIUS
        ,            ,    ,             ,        ,
      Urge me | no more,| I shall | forget | myself;
             ,      ,            ,       ,     2      ,
      Have mind | upon | your health:| tempt me no | farther.
 
BRUTUS
        ,       T    T
      Away | slight man.
 
CASSIUS
                           Tx     ,     ,
                         Is it | pos|sible?
 
BRUTUS
        T   T   T    T   T    T     oo
40    Hear me, for | I will speak.|
           ,         ,          ,      2       ,     ,
      Must I | give way | and room | to your rash | choler?
            ,        ,          ,       ,         ,
      Shall I | be fright|ed, when | a mad|man stares?
 
CASSIUS
      ,        ,          ,          2    ,          ,
      O ye | gods, ye | gods, must^|I endure | all this?
 
BRUTUS
            ,          ,      ,      2         T     T     T
      All this?| Aye more:| fret till your | proud heart break;
           ,            ,          ,     ,         ,
45    Go show | your slaves | how cho|leric | you are,
            ,           ,        ,         ,        ,
      And make | your bond|men trem|ble. Must | I budge?
        ,          ,            ,        ,            ,
      Must I | observe | you? Must | I stand | and crouch
       ,            ,      ,       ,         ,
      Under | your tes|ty hu|mor? By | the gods
            ,         ,         ,      ,           ,
      You shall | digest | the ve|nom of | your spleen,
              ,        ,           ,           ,           ,
50    Though it | do split | you; for,| from this | day* forth,
            ,         ,         ,      ,     2       ,
      I'll use | you for | my mirth,| yea for my | laughter,
        ,             ,
      When you | are was|pish.
 
CASSIUS
                                ,        ,         ,
                               Is | it come | to this?
 
BRUTUS
           ,         ,       ,       ,        o
      You say | you are | a bet|ter sol|dier:
       ,           ,          ,           ,         ,
55    Let it | appear | so; make | your vaun|ting true,
           ,            ,          ,               ,    ,
      And it | shall please | me well:| for mine^/own part,
          ,          ,         ,         ,      ,
      I shall | be glad | to learn | of no|ble men.
 
CASSIUS
            ,         ,      ,          ,         ,       2->
      You wrong | me ev|ery way;| you wrong | me Bru||tus;
          ,        ,      ,         ,         x
      I said,| an el|der sol|dier, not | a better.
          ,          x
60    Did I | say better?
 
BRUTUS
                           ,        ,         ,
                          If you | did, I | care not.
 
CASSIUS
            ,        ,          ,           ,           ,        ->
      When Cae|sar lived,| he durst | not thus | have moved || me.
 
BRUTUS
        ,       ,            ,          ,         ,     2
      Peace,| peace, you | durst not | so have | tempted him.
 
CASSIUS
          ,
      I durst | not.
 
BRUTUS
                      ,
65                   No.
 
CASSIUS
                           T     T    T      ,
                         What? Durst not | tempt him?
 
BRUTUS
       T    T    T     T    T    T    oo
      For your life | you durst not.|
 
CASSIUS
          ,         ,          ,      ,         ,
      Do not | presume | too much | upon | my love;
         ,         ,        ,         ,      ,
      I may | do that | I shall | be sor|ry for.
 
BRUTUS
            ,           ,           ,         ,      ,
70    You have | done that | you should | be sor|ry for.
             ,       ,       ,        ,           ,
      There is | no ter|ror Cas|sius in | your threats,
          ,        ,           ,         ,    ,
      For I | am armed | so strong | in ho|nesty
             ,          ,       ,       ,       ,
      That they | pass by | me as | the i|dle wind,
            ,       ,          ,         ,        ,
      Which I | respect | not. I | did send | to you
           ,         ,         ,      ,      2     ,
75    For cer|tain sums | of gold,| which you de|nied me:
          ,         ,         ,            ,    ,
      For I | can raise | no mo|ney by / vile means:
          ,       ,        ,        ,         ,
      By hea|ven, I | had ra|ther coin | my heart,
            ,         ,           ,          ,         ,
      And drop | my blood | for drach|mas, than | to wring
                   ,    ,         ,                  ,    ,
      From the / hard hands | of pea|sants their / vile trash
         ,     ,    ,        ,         ,
80    By a|ny in|direc|tion: I | did send
          ,          ,        ,        ,
      To you | for gold | to pay | my le|gions,
      <-  ,       ,       ,        ,           ,          ,
        Which || you de|nied me:| was that | done like | Cassius?
             ,         ,         ,      ,        ,
      Should I | have an|swered Cai|us Cas|sius so?
            ,       ,        ,         ,     ,
      When Mar|cus Bru|tus grows | so cov|etous,
           ,          ,        ,         ,           ,
85    To lock | such ras|cal coun|ters from | his friends,
          ,       ,          ,           ,       ,
      Be rea|dy gods | with all | your thun|derbolts,
        ,            ,
      Dash him | to pie|ces.
 
CASSIUS
                             ,       ,         ,
                             I | denied | you not.
 
BRUTUS
           ,
      You did.
 
CASSIUS
               2     ,      2     ,        ,            ,
              I did not:| he was but | a fool | that brought
          ,        ,     ,              ,          ,
90    My an|swer back.| Brutus | hath rived | my heart:
           ,              ,           ,          ,      ,
      A friend | should bear | his friend's | infir|mities,
           ,        ,            ,        ,          ,
      But Bru|tus makes | mine grea|ter than | they are.
 
BRUTUS
      ,       ,                ,         ,        ,
      I do | not, till | you prac|tise them | on me.
 
CASSIUS
            ,        ,
      You love | me not.
 
BRUTUS
                           ,         ,            ,
95                      I do | not like | your faults.
 
CASSIUS
          ,        ,           ,      ,            ,
      A friend|ly eye | could ne|ver see | such^faults.
 
BRUTUS
          ,      ,            ,       T     T   T        , ->
      A flat|terer's | would not,| though they do || appear
           ,         ,      ,       o
      As huge | as high | Olym|pus.
 
CASSIUS
        ,   ,              ,        ,  2     ,
      Come An/tony,| and young | Octa|vius come,
          ,            ,        ,        ,     ,
100   Revenge | yourselves | alone | on Cas|sius,
           ,        ,      ,     ,         ,
      For Cas|sius is | awea|ry of | the world;
       ,          ,         ,       ,      2       ,
      Hated | by one | he loves;| braved by his | brother;
         ,               ,        ,           ,          ,
      Checked like | a bond|man; all | his faults | observed,
       ,    2      T    T      T             ,          ,
      Set in a | note-book, learned,| and conned | by rote
           ,       ,        ,       ,           ,
105   To cast | into | my teeth.| O I | could weep
          ,        ,           ,      ,     2      ,
      My spi|rit from | mine^eyes.| There is my | dagger,
            ,        ,       ,          ,        ,
      And here | my na|ked breast;| within,| a heart
        ,            ,         ,     ,              ,
      Dearer | than Plu|tus' mine,| richer | than gold:
           ,          ,      ,        ,         ,
      If that | thou be | a Ro|man, take | it forth.
      ,            ,           ,           ,         ,
110   I that | denied | thee gold,| will give | my heart:
         ,               ,         ,        ,        ,
      Strike as | thou didst | at Cae|sar; for | I know,
             ,            ,          ,             ,           ,      2->
      When thou | didst hate | him worst,| thou lovedst | him bet||ter
           ,    2        ,       ,
      Than e|ver thou lovedst | Cassius.
 
BRUTUS
                                            ,            ,
                                         Sheathe your | dagger:
          ,       ,          ,         ,            ,
115   Be an|gry when | you will,| it shall | have scope;
       ,     2        ,        ,        ,         ,
      Do what you | will, dis|honor | shall be | humor.
         ,         ,         ,       ,        ,
      O Cas|sius, you | are yo|ked with | a lamb
            ,        ,                 ,     ,     ,
      That car|ries an|ger as the // flint bears fire;
            ,       ,         ,        ,        ,
      Who much | enfor|ced, shows | a has|ty spark,
              ,           ,       ,
120   And straight | is cold | again.
 
CASSIUS
                                            ,         ,
                                      Hath Cas|sius lived
          ,         ,           ,        ,        ,      2->
      To be | but mirth | and laugh|ter to | his Bru||tus,
             ,           ,          ,          ,       ,
      When grief | and blood | ill-tem|pered, vex|eth him?
 
BRUTUS
                 ,     ,    ,            ,         ,
      When I / spoke that,| I was | ill-tem|pered too.
 
CASSIUS
          ,         ,         ,      ,              ,
125   Do you | confess | so much?| Give me | your hand.
 
BRUTUS
                 ,    ,
      And my / heart too.
 
CASSIUS
                             ,
                          O Bru|tus!
 
BRUTUS
                                       ,            x
                                    What's | the matter?
 
CASSIUS
            ,          ,       ,          ,          ,
      Have not | you love | enough | to bear | with me,
          2       ,     ,           2    ,        ,
      When that rash | humor | which my mo|ther gave | me
      <-  ,        2    ,
130     Makes || me forget|ful?
 
BRUTUS
                                 ,     ,                      ,   ,
                                Yes | Cassius;| and from / henceforth,
        ,     2      ,      ,          ,          , 
      When you are | over-|earnest | with your | Brutus,
              ,           ,         ,           ,          ,
      He'll think | your mo|ther chides,| and leave | you so.
 
POET [Within]
       ,           ,       ,         ,     ,
      Let me | go in | to see | the gen|erals;
             ,           ,         ,           ,          ,
135   There is | some grudge | between |'em, 'tis | not meet
            ,      ,
      They be | alone.
 
LUCILIUS [Within]
                            ,           ,         ,
                      You shall | not come | to them.
 
POET [Within]
       ,     2        ,             ,
      Nothing but | death shall | stay me.
 
[Enter Poet, followed by LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, and LUCIUS]
 
CASSIUS
                                                 ,          2       x
                                            How now?| What's the matter?
 
POET
            ,          ,     ,          ,         ,
140   For shame | you gen|erals,| what do | you mean?
        ,              ,          ,          ,            ,
      Love and | be friends,| as two | such men | should be;
          ,          ,           ,           ,          ,
      For I | have seen | more years | I'm sure | than ye.
 
CASSIUS
          ,         ,       ,          ,        ,
      Ha ha,| how vile|ly doth | this cy|nic rhyme?
 
BRUTUS
       T   T    T      ,        ,       ,          ,  ->
      Get you hence | sirrah;| saucy | fellow,|| hence.
 
CASSIUS
        ,                ,         ,          ,
145   Bear / with him | Brutus;| 'tis his | fashion.
 
BRUTUS
             ,         ,        ,         ,           ,
      I'll know | his hu|mor, when | he knows | his time:
              ,           ,     ,               ,         ,
      What should | the wars | do with | these jig|ging fools?
          ,         ,
      Compan|ion, hence.
 
CASSIUS
                           ,      ,         ,
                         Away,| away | be gone.
 
[Exit POET]
 
BRUTUS
         ,   2   ,       ,   2   ,       2    ,       2->
150   Luci|lius and | Titin|ius bid | the comman||ders
           ,         ,            ,      ,        ,
      Prepare | to lodge | their com|panies | tonight.
 
CASSIUS
            ,           ,           ,         ,      ,        2->
      And come | yourselves,| and bring | Messa|la with || you
         ,   3  3   ,
      Imme|diately to | us.
 
[Exeunt LUCILIUS and TITINIUS]
 
BRUTUS
                             ,     2     ,         ,
                            Lu|cius, a bowl | of wine.
 
[Exit LUCIUS]
 
CASSIUS
         ,          ,           ,            ,        ,     2->
155   I did | not think | you could | have been | so an||gry.
 
BRUTUS
         ,        ,        ,        ,       ,
      O Cas|sius, I | am sick | of ma|ny griefs.
 
CASSIUS
           ,        ,    ,          ,        ,
      Of your | philo|sophy | you make | no use,
          ,           ,         ,    ,      ,      2->
      If you | give^place | to ac|ciden|tal e||vils.
 
BRUTUS
          ,           ,       ,        ,     2     ,
      No man | bears^sor|row bet|ter. Por|tia is dead.
 
CASSIUS
      __    ,
160   Ha?| Portia?
 
BRUTUS
                    ,        __    oo
                   She is | dead.|
 
CASSIUS
       ,       ,         ,           2     ,           ,
      How e|scaped I | killing | when I crossed | you so?
         ,     ,     ,          ,         ,
      O in|suppor|table | and touch|ing loss!
        ,           ,       2
      Upon | what sick|ness?
 
BRUTUS
                               ,        ,       ,        2->
165                         Impa|tient of | my ab||sence,
            ,            ,        ,   2           ,   ,   3  3->
      And grief,| that young | Octa|vius with / Mark An||tony
            ,            ,           ,           ,          ,
      Have made | themselves | so strong:| for with | her death
            ,         ,           ,          ,         ,
      That ti|dings came.| With this | she fell | distract,
       ,            ,         ,         ,          ,
      And (her | atten|dants ab|sent) swal|lowed fire.
 
CASSIUS
            ,       3
170   And died | so?
 
BRUTUS
                      3    ,
                     Even so.
 
CASSIUS
                              ,         ,        ,
                              O ye | immor|tal gods!
 
[Re-enter LUCIUS, with wine and taper]
 
BRUTUS
        ,          ,    2        ,           ,         ,
      Speak no | more of her.| Give me | a bowl | of wine.
           ,       ,     ,        ,         ,       2->
      In this | I bu|ry all | unkind|ness, Cas||sius.
 
CASSIUS
           ,          ,       ,          ,        ,
175   My heart | is thir|sty for | that no|ble pledge.
        ,   ,                    ,         ,          ,
      Fill Lu/cius, till | the wine | oreswell | the cup;
         ,        ,           ,        ,         ,
      I can|not drink | too much | of Bru|tus' love.
 
[Exit LUCIUS. Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA]
 
BRUTUS
            ,       ,  2    ,         ,        ,     ->
      Come^in | Titin|ius: wel|come good | Messa||la:
       ,       2     ,        ,          ,       ,
      Now | sit we close | about | this ta|per here,
            ,         ,        ,       ,      ,
180   And call | in ques|tion our | neces|sities.
 
CASSIUS
       ,        ,           ,
      Portia,| art thou | gone?
 
BRUTUS
                                       ,        ,
                                No | more I | pray you.
          ,     ,          ,         ,      ,
      Messa|la, I | have here | received | letters,
             ,        ,   2   ,          ,    ,
      That young | Octa|vius and | Mark^An|tony
              ,      ,         ,        ,       x
185   Come* down | upon | us with | a migh|ty power,
       ,     2         ,    ,          ,        ,
      Bending their | expe|dition | toward Phi|lippi.
 
MESSALA
          ,          ,         2        ,   ,     ,
      Myself | have let|ters of the / selfsame | tenor.
 
BRUTUS
             ,       ,       o
      With what | addi|tion?
 
MESSALA
      <- __     ,        ,               ,         ,   ,      oo
        That | by pro||scription | and bills | of out|lawry,|
         ,  2     ,    ,        ,    ,
190   Octa|vius, An|tony,| and Le|pidus
            ,         ,        ,        ,     ,
      Have put | to death | a hun|dred sen|ators.
 
BRUTUS
            ,        ,        ,         ,       ,
      Therein | our let|ters do | not well | agree;
        ,              ,   2    ,     ,           ,
      Mine speak*| of sev|enty sen|ators | that died
           ,          ,           ,   2   ,      ,
      By their | proscrip|tions, Ci|cero be|ing one.
 
CASSIUS
       ,    T  T
195   Cice|ro one?
 
MESSALA
                    T    ,        ,
                   Ci|cero | is dead,
           ,         ,      ,        ,         o
      And by | that or|der of | proscrip|tion.
       ,              ,         ,           ,         ,
      Had you | your let|ters from | your wife,| my lord?
 
BRUTUS
       ,      ,
      No Mes|sala.
 
MESSALA
           ,        ,         ,         ,        ,
200   Nor no|thing in | your let|ters writ | of her?
 
BRUTUS
       ,     2     ,
      Nothing Mes|sala.  (matching prev)
 
MESSALA
        ,        ,          ___
      That me|thinks is | strange.  (pickup)
 
BRUTUS
           ,           ,          ,         ,         ,
      Why ask | you? Hear | you aught | of her | in yours?
 
MESSALA
       ,       __
      No my | lord.  (picked up)
 
BRUTUS
           ,        ,       ,       ,         ,
205   Now as | you are | a Ro|man tell | me true.
 
MESSALA
             ,       ,       ,          ,         ,
      Then like | a Ro|man bear | the truth | I tell:
           ,        ,         ,       2      ,       ,
      For cer|tain she | is dead,| and by strange | manner.
 
BRUTUS
                 ,     ,        ,         ,       ,
      Why *farewell | Portia:| we must | die Mes|sala:
            ,    ,     2      ,      T   T    T
      With me|dita|ting that she | must die once,
          ,         ,    ,            ,        ,
210   I have | the pa|tience to | endure | it now.
 
MESSALA
        2   ,          ,           ,         ,         ,
      Even so | great^men | great^los|ses should | endure.
 
CASSIUS
          ,         ,         ,        ,        ,
      I have | as much | of this | in art | as you,
           ,        ,        ,           ,        ,
      But yet | my na|ture could | not bear | it so.
 
BRUTUS
        ,              ,       ,      ,             ,
      Well, to | our work | alive.| What do | you think
          ,         ,       ,      ,       ,
215   Of mar|ching to | Philip|pi pre|sently?
 
CASSIUS
         ,         ,          ,
      I do | not think | it good.
 
BRUTUS
                                          ,
                                    Your rea|son?
 
CASSIUS
                                                   ,         , ->
                                                 This || it is:
              x         2     ,   ,         ,
      'Tis better | that the en|emy | seek^us:
       ,              ,           ,      ,   2       ,
      So shall | he waste | his means,| weary his | soldiers,
       ,   2      ,       ,              T   Tx    T
220   Doing him|self of|fence; whilst | we lying still,
            ,         ,        ,          ,       ,
      Are full | of rest,| defense,| and nim|bleness.
 
BRUTUS
            ,         ,         ,            ,           x
      Good^rea|sons must | of force | give place | to better.
           ,         ,         ,             ,     ,
      The peo|ple 'twixt | Philip|pi and / this ground
           ,          ,        ,        ,        o
      Do stand | but in | a forced | affec|tion;
            ,            ,          ,      ,       o
225   For they | have grudged | us con|tribu|tion:
           ,   ,    ,            ,         ,
      The en|emy,| marching | along | by them,
       ,                ,       ,       ,       ,
      By them | shall make | a ful|ler num|ber up,
        ,    2      ,           ,       ,       ,
      Come on re|freshed, new^|added,| and en|couraged;
             ,        ,         ,         ,         ,
      From which | advan|tage shall | we cut | him off,
          ,       ,      ,        ,          ,
230   If at | Philip|pi we | do face | him there,
             ,       ,         ,
      These peo|ple at | our back.
 
CASSIUS
                                     ,    2        ,
                                   Hear me good | brother.
 
BRUTUS
       ,            ,        ,           ,        ,
      Under | your par|don. You | must^note | beside,
            ,          ,          ,       ,          ,
      That we | have tried | the ut|most of | our friends,
           ,               ,    ,          ,          ,
235   Our le|gions are / brim-full,| our cause | is ripe:
          ,    ,       ,        ,      ,
      The e|nemy | increa|seth ev|ery day;
       ,             ,          ,      ,       ,
      We at | the height,| are rea|dy to | decline.
             ,       ,     ,           ,         ,
      There is | a tide | in the | affairs | of men,
        ,    ,       2        ,            ,       ,
      Which ta/ken at the | flood, leads^|on to | fortune;
        ,        ,         ,       ,           ,
240   Omit|ted, all | the voy|age of | their life,
           ,          ,        ,        ,     ,
      Is bound | in shal|lows and | in mi|series.
           ,        ,     ,            ,       ,
      On such | a full | sea are | we now | afloat;
           ,          ,         ,         ,          ,
      And we | must take | the cur|rent when | it serves,
           ,         ,
      Or lose | our ven|tures.
 
CASSIUS
                                 ,        2       ,        ,
245                            Then | with your will | go on;
        ,       ,         ,            ,      2         ,     2->
      We'll a|long our|selves, and | meet them at | Philip||pi.
 
BRUTUS
            ,         ,          ,       ,          ,
      The deep | of night | is crept | upon | our talk,
           ,        ,      ,       ,     ,
      And na|ture must | obey | neces|sity;
             ,         ,         ,       ,        ,
      Which we | will nig|gard with | a lit|tle rest.
             ,        ,        ,
250   There is | no more | to say.
 
CASSIUS
                                        ,           ,
                                   No more.| Good^night:
       ,         ,        ,         ,          ,
      Early | tomor|row will | we rise,| and hence.
 
BRUTUS
       ,            ,          ,      ,       ,
      Lucius | my gown:| Farewell | good Mes|sala:
             ,         ,  2    ,       ,      ,        2->
      Good night | Titin|ius: no|ble, no|ble Cas||sius,
             ,           ,        ,
255   Good night,| and good | repose.
 
CASSIUS
                                       2     ,     ,
                                      O my dear | brother:
        ,            ,       ,        ,         ,
      This was | an ill | begin|ning of | the night:
       ,        ,            ,         ,           ,
      Never | come such | divi|sion 'tween | our souls:
                ,   ,
      Let it / not Bru|tus.
 
BRUTUS
                            ,      ,          ,
260                        Ev|erything | is well.
 
CASSIUS
             ,          ,
      Good night | my lord.
 
BRUTUS
                                  ,           ,       2
                           Good night | good bro|ther.
 
TITINIUS MESSALA
                                                              ,            ,     ->
                                                       Good night || Lord^Bru|tus.
 
BRUTUS
        ,    ,   ,          oo
      Fare|well ev/eryone.|
 
[Exeunt all but BRUTUS. Re-enter LUCIUS, with the gown]
        ,             ,      ,             ,       ,
265   Give me | the gown.| Where is | thy in|strument?
 
LUCIUS
        ,             ,
      Here in | the tent.
 
BRUTUS
                           ,             ,      ,
                         What, thou | speakst drow/sily?
              ,         ,           ,          ,           ,
      Poor* knave | I blame | thee not;| thou art | ore-watched.
        ,    ,            2     ,       ,       ,
      Call Clau/dius | and some^o|ther of | my men:
             ,           ,          ,        ,        ,
270   I'll have | them sleep | on cush|ions in | my tent.
 
LUCIUS
       ,            ,     ,
      Varro,| and Clau|dius.
 
[Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS]
 
VARRO
                              ,         __
                            Calls my | lord?
 
BRUTUS
          ,          ,     ,            ,          ,
      I pray | you sirs,| lie in | my tent | and sleep;
          ,       ,           ,          ,        ,
      It may | be I | shall raise | you by | and by
          ,         ,       ,        ,     ,
275   On bus|iness to | my bro|ther Cas|sius.
 
VARRO
            ,           ,           ,          ,            ,       2->
      So please | you, we | will stand,| and watch | your plea||sure.
 
BRUTUS
          ,            x      T   T    T           ,
      I will | not have it | so: lie down | good sirs,
          ,       ,         ,       ,        ,        ->
      It may | be I | shall o|therwise | bethink || me.
        ,     ,             2      ,         ,          ,
      Look | Lucius,| here's the book | I sought | for so;
         ,        ,         ,      ,        ,
280   I put | it in | the pock|et of | my gown.
 
[VARRO and CLAUDIUS lie down]
 
LUCIUS
       2      ,           ,        ,          ,        ,
      I was sure | your lord|ship did | not give | it me.
 
BRUTUS
        ,    ,               ,    2       ,       ,
      Bear with / me good | boy, I am | much for|getful.
        ,                ,        ,       ,       ,
      Canst thou | hold^up | thy hea|vy eyes | awhile,
            ,          ,       ,         ,         ,
      And touch | thy in|strument | a strain | or two?
 
LUCIUS
       ,         ,      2        ,
285   Aye my | lord, and it | please you.
 
BRUTUS
                                              ,        ,
                                         It does | my boy:
          ,        ,          ,          ,         ,        o ->
      I trou|ble thee | too much,| but thou | art wil||ling.
 
LUCIUS
          ,       ,     ,    oo
      It is | my du|ty sir.|
 
BRUTUS
           ,           ,         ,      ,          ,
      I should | not urge | thy du|ty past | thy might;
          ,      T      T     T       2    ,         ,
290   I know | young bloods look | for a time | of rest.
 
LUCIUS
      ,          ,          ,      ,      oo
      I have | slept my | lord al|ready.|
 
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]
        ,    2      ,        ,        ,   2        ,
295   This is a | sleepy | tune. O | murderous | slumber,
        ,               ,        ,      ,        ,
      Layst thou | thy lea|den mace | upon | my boy,
             ,           ,       ,        ,            ,
      That plays | thee mu|sic? Gen|tle knave | good night;
       2      ,     ,         ,          ,          ,
      I will not | do thee | so much | wrong to | wake thee:
       ,              ,            ,           ,       ,
      If thou | dost nod,| thou breakst | thy in|strument;
             ,         ,           ,          ,           ,
300   I'll take | it from | thee; and |(good boy)| good night.
         2    ,       2    ,        ,          ,             ,
      Let me see,| let me see;| is not | the leaf | turned^down
                  ,    ,         ,        ,       ,
      Where I / left read|ing? Here | it is | I think.
 
[Enter the Ghost of CAESAR]
           ,          ,       ,      ,          ,
      How ill | this ta|per burns.| Ha! Who | comes here?
          ,         ,         ,        ,          ,
      I think | it is | the weak|ness of | mine^eyes
              ,           ,          ,    ,       o
305   That shapes | this mon|strous ap|pari|tion.
           ,       ,         ,         ,     ,
      It comes | upon | me. Art | thou a|nything?
            ,          ,          ,       ,          x
      Art thou | some god,| some an|gel, or | some devil,
             ,          ,       ,             ,         ,
      That makst | my blood | cold and | my hair | to stare?
        ,             ,          ,
      Speak to | me what | thou art.
 
GHOST
           ,       x      ,
310   Thy e|vil spirit | Brutus.  (tri with prev)
 
BRUTUS
       T    T     T
      Why comst thou?  (pickup)
 
GHOST
           ,           ,           ,        ,       ,      ->
      To tell | thee thou | shalt see | me at | Philip||pi.
 
BRUTUS
        ,      ,        T    T    T       ,
      Well;| then I | shall see thee | again?
 
GHOST
       ,            ,     o
      Aye, at | Philip|pi.    (picked up)
 
BRUTUS
          ,         ,          ,       ,       ,
315   Why I | will see | thee at | Philip|pi then.
 
[Exit GHOST]
       ,            ,       ,           ,     ,
      Now I | have ta|ken heart,| thou va|nishest:
       ,   ,                   ,           ,           ,
      Ill spi/rit, I | would hold | more talk | with thee.
       ,    ,         ,        ,          ,        ,      ,   2  ->
      Boy, Lu/cius,| Varro,| Claudi|us, sirs:|| awake:| Claudius.
 
LUCIUS
             ,           ,          ,
      The strings | my lord,| are false.
 
BRUTUS
            ,          ,         ,        ,       ,
320   He thinks | he still | is at | his in|strument.
       ,          ,
      Lucius,| awake.
 
LUCIUS
                          ,
                     My lord?  (pickup)
 
BRUTUS
        ,            ,     ,                    ,            ,
      Didst thou | dream, Lu/cius, that | thou so | criedst^out?
 
LUCIUS
           ,       ,         ,         ,        ,
      My lord,| I do | not know | that I | did cry.
 
BRUTUS
            ,           ,       ,           ,  ,
      Yes that | thou didst:| didst thou | see a/nything?
 
LUCIUS
       ,             ,
325   Nothing | my lord.  (picked up)
 
BRUTUS
        ,       ,    ,        ,
      Sleep a|gain, Lu/cius. Sirrah
        ,          ,         ,       ,
      Clau/dius,| fellow,| thou: a|wake.    (tetra with prev)
 
VARRO
           ,
      My lord?
 
CLAUDIUS
           ,
      My lord?   (matching prev?)
 
BRUTUS
       ,             ,        ,      ,               ,
330   Why did | you so | cry^out | sirs, in | your sleep?
 
VARRO CLAUDIUS
       ,            ,
      Did we | my lord?
 
BRUTUS
                         ___    ,        ,   2
                         Aye:| saw you | anything?
 
VARRO
       ,   2        ,        ,
      No my lord*,| I saw*| nothing.
 
CLAUDIUS
                                         ,        ,
                                     Nor I | my lord.
 
BRUTUS
       ,            ,     ,   2      ,         ,
335   Go and | commend | me to my | brother | Cassius;
       ,             ,          x         ,         ,
      Bid him | set on | his powers | betimes | before,
           ,         ,
      And we | will fol|low.
 
VARRO CLAUDIUS
                              ,        2     ,         ,
                             It | shall be done | my lord.
 
[Exeunt]

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