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, 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.- [Exit. ACT THE FIFTH. SCENE I. The Field of Philippi, with the Two Camps. Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered. It proves not so, their battles are at hand; Enter ANTONY'S SERVANT. Serv. Prepare you, generals; [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 vius. Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words. Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart, Cas. Antony, The posture of your blows are yet unknown, And leave them honeyless. Ant. Not stingless, too? Bru. O yes, and soundless, too; For you have stole their buzzing, Antony; Ant. Villains! you did not so, when your vile dag gers Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar. You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds, And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet; Cas. Flatterers!-Now, Brutus, thank yourself; Oct. Come, come, the cause; if arguing make us sweat, The proof of it will turn to redder drops. Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors. Bru. Cæsar, 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. [Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and ARMY. Cas. Why, now, blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark! |