I'll take it from thee;-and, good boy, good night.-is not the leaf turn'd down, But, let me see 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? 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, thoú 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. [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; Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know With fearful bravery; thinking, by this face, 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, Ant. Not stingless, too? Bru. O yes, and soundless, too; For you have stole their buzzing, Antony; gers did not so, when your vile dag 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; 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; 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. you dare fight to-day, come to the field; If If not, when you have stomachs. [Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and ARMY. Cas. Why, now, blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark! |