2165Mess. My selfe haue Letters of the selfe-same Tenure.

2166Bru. With what Addition.

2167Mess. That by proscription, and billes of Outlarie,

2168Octauius, Antony, and Lepidus,

2169Haue put to death, an hundred Senators.

2170Bru. Therein our Letters do not well agree:

2171Mine speake of seuenty Senators, that dy'de

2172By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.

2173Cassi. Cicero one?

2174Messa. Cicero is dead, and by that order of proscription

2175Had you your Letters from your wife, my Lord?

2176Bru. No Messala.

2177Messa. Nor nothing in your Letters writ of her?

2178Bru. Nothing Messala.

2179Messa. That me thinkes is strange.

2180Bru. Why aske you?

2181Heare you ought of her, in yours?

2182Messa. No my Lord.

2183Bru. Now as you are a Roman tell me true.

2184Messa. Then like a Roman, beare the truth I tell,

2185For certaine she is dead, and by strange manner.

2186Bru. Why farewell Portia: We must die Messala:

2187With meditating that she must dye once,

2188I haue the patience to endure it now.

2189Messa. Euen so great men, great losses shold indure.

2190Cassi. I haue as much of this in Art as you,

2191But yet my Nature could not beare it so.

2192Bru. Well, to our worke aliue. What do you thinke

2193Of marching to Philippi presently.

2194Cassi. I do not thinke it good.

2195Bru. Your reason?

2196Cassi. This it is:

2197'Tis better that the Enemie seeke vs,

2198So shall he waste his meanes, weary his Souldiers,

2199Doing himselfe offence, whil'st we lying still,

2200Are full of rest, defence, and nimblenesse.

2201Bru. Good reasons must of force giue place to better:

2202The people 'twixt Philippi, and this ground

2203Do stand but in a forc'd affection:

2204For they haue grug'd vs Contribution.

2205The Enemy, marching along by them,

2206By them shall make a fuller number vp,

2207Come on refresht, new added, and encourag'd:

2208From which aduantage shall we cut him off.

2209If at Philippi we do face him there,

2210These people at our backe.

2211Cassi. Heare me good Brother.

2212Bru. Vnder your pardon. You must note beside,

2213That we haue tride the vtmost of our Friends:

2214Our Legions are brim full, our cause is ripe,

2215The Enemy encreaseth euery day,

2216We at the height, are readie to decline.

2217There is a Tide in the affayres of men,

2218Which taken at the Flood, leades on to Fortune:

2219Omitted, all the voyage of their life,

2220Is bound in Shallowes, and in Miseries.

2221On such a full Sea are we now a-float,

2222And we must take the current when it serues,

2223Or loose our Ventures.

2224Cassi. Then with your will go on: wee'l along

2225Our selues, and meet them at Philippi.

2226Bru. The deepe of night is crept vpon our talke,

2227And Nature must obey Necessitie,

2228Which we will niggard with a little rest:

2229There is no more to say.

2230Cassi. No more, good night,

2231Early to morrow will we rise, and hence.

2233Bru. Lucius my Gowne: farewell good Messala,

2234Good night Titinius: Noble, Noble Cassius,

2235Good night, and good repose.

2236Cassi. O my deere Brother:

2237This was an ill beginning of the night:

2238Neuer come such diuision 'tweene our soules:

2239Let it not Brutus.

2241Bru. Euery thing is well.

2242Cassi. Good night my Lord.

2243Bru. Good night good Brother.

2244Tit. Messa. Good night Lord Brutus.

2245Bru. Farwell euery one. Exeunt.

2246Giue me the Gowne. Where is thy Instrument?

2247Luc. Heere in the Tent.

2248Bru. What, thou speak'st drowsily?

2249Poore knaue I blame thee not, thou art ore-watch'd.

2250Call Claudio, and some other of my men,

2251Ile haue them sleepe on Cushions in my Tent.

2252Luc. Varrus, and Claudio.

2254Var. Cals my Lord?

2255Bru. I pray you sirs, lye in my Tent and sleepe,

2256It may be I shall raise you by and by

2257On businesse to my Brother Cassius.

2258Var. So please you, we will stand,

2259And watch your pleasure.

2260Bru. I will it not haue it so: Lye downe good sirs,

2261It may be I shall otherwise bethinke me.

2262Looke Lucius, heere's the booke I sought for so:

2263I put it in the pocket of my Gowne.

2264Luc. I was sure your Lordship did not giue it me.

2265Bru. Beare with me good Boy, I am much forgetfull.

2266Canst thou hold vp thy heauie eyes a-while,

2267And touch thy Instrument a straine or two.

2268Luc. I my Lord, an't please you.

2269Bru. It does my Boy:

2270I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.

2271Luc. It is my duty Sir.

2272Brut. I should not vrge thy duty past thy might,

2273I know yong bloods looke for a time of rest.

2274Luc. I haue slept my Lord already.

2275Bru. It was well done, and thou shalt sleepe againe:

2276I will not hold thee long. If I do liue,

2277I will be good to thee.

2279This is a sleepy Tune: O Murd'rous slumbler!

2280Layest thou thy Leaden Mace vpon my Boy,

2281That playes thee Musicke? Gentle knaue good night:

2282I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee:

2283If thou do'st nod, thou break'st thy Instrument,

2284Ile take it from thee, and (good Boy) good night.

2285Let me see, let me see; is not the Leafe turn'd downe

2286Where I left reading? Heere it is I thinke.

2288How ill this Taper burnes. Ha! Who comes heere?

2289I thinke it is the weakenesse of mine eyes

2290That shapes this monstrous Apparition.

2291It comes vpon me: Art thou any thing?

2292Art thou some God, some Angell, or some Diuell,

2293That mak'st my blood cold, and my haire to stare?

2294Speake to me, what thou art.

2295Ghost. Thy euill Spirit Brutus?

2296Bru. Why com'st thou?