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I'll take it from thee;—and, good boy, good night.— But, let me see is not the leaf turn'd down, Where I left reading;-Here it is, I think.-

- [He sits down to read.

Enter the Ghost of CESAR.

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 any thing?
Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
That mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to stare
Speak to me, what thou art?
Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
Bru. Why com'st thou?
Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Philippi.
Bru. Then, I shall see thee again
Ghost. Ay, at Philippi. [Exit GHost.
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.
Sure, they have rais’d some devil to their aid;
And think to frighten Brutus with a shade;
But ere the night closes this fatal day,
I'll send more ghosts, this visit to repay. [Erit.

ACT THE FIFTH.

SCENE I.

The Field of Philippi, with the Two Camps.
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 ANTo NY's SERVANT.

Serv. 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.

Enter BRUTUS, CAssius, and their ARMY.

Bru. They stand, and would have parley. 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, Octa

Vlus. Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good - words.

Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart,
Crying, “Long live! hail, Caesar!”

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

Ant. Not stingless, too?

Bru, O yes, and soundless, too;

For you have stole their buzzing, Antony;
And very wisely threat before you sting.
Ant. Villains! you did not so, when your vile dag-
gers -
Hack'd one another in the sides of Caesar.
You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like
hounds,
And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet;
Whilst damned Casca, like a cur behind,
Struck Caesar on the neck. O flatterers'
Cas. Flatterers!—Now, Brutus, thank yourself;
This tongue had not offended so to-day,
If Cassius might have rul’d.
Oct. Come, come, the cause; if arguing make us
sweat,
The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
Behold, I draw a sword against conspirators;
When think you, that the sword goes up again?
Never, till Caesar's three and twenty wounds
Be well aveng'd; or till another Caesar
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
Bru. Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands,
Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
Oct. So I hope;
I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
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 ho-
nour;
Join'd with a masker and a reveller.
Ant. Old Cassius still !—
Oct. Come, Antony, away!
Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth.
If you dare fight to-day, come to the field;
If not, when you have stomachs.
[Ereunt Octavius, ANToNy, and ARMY.
Cas. Why, now, blow wind, swell billow, and swim
bark!

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