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Why com’st thou?
Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Philippi.

Bru. Well ;
Then I shall see thee again?

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.

Luc. My lord!
Bru. Didst 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

Luc. Nothing, my lord.

Bru. Sleep again, Lucius.—Sirrah, Claudius!
Fellow thou! awake.

Var. My lord.
Clau. My lord.
Bru. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?
Var. Clau. Did we, my lord?

Ay; Saw you any thing?
Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing

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.


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SCENE I. The Plains of Philippi.

· 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 uso 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.

warn us —] To warn is to summon.

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. Make forth, the generals would have some words.

Oct. Stir not until the signal.
Bru. Words before blows: Is it so, countrymen?
Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do.
Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes,

Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good

Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart,
Crying, Long live! hail, Cesar!

The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.

Not stingless too.
Bru. O, yes, and soundless too;

you have stol’n their buzzing, Antony, And, very wisely, threat before you sting. Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile

daggers Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar: You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like

And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet;
Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind,
Struck Cæsar on the neck. O flatterers!

Cas. Flatterers !-Now, Brutus, thank yourself :
This tongue had not offended so to-day,
If Cassius might have ruld.
Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing make us

The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
I draw a sword against conspirators;

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