Bru. I'll know his humour, when he knows his time; What should the wars do with thefe jingling fools? Companion, hence. Caf. Away, away, begone. SCENE IV. Enter Lucilius, and Titinius. [Exit Poet. Bru. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders Prepare to lodge their companies to-night. Caf. And come yourselves, and bring Meffala with you Immediately to us. [Exeunt Lucilius and Titinius, Bru. Lucius, a bowl of wine. Caf. I did not think, you could have been fo angry, Bru. O Caffius, I am fick of many griefs. Caf. Of your philofophy you make no ufe, If you give place to accidental evils. Bru. No man bears forrow better. Porcia's dead, Caf. Ha! Porcia! Bru. She is dead. Caf. How 'fcap'd I killing, when I croft you fo? O infupportable and touching lofs! Upon what fickness? Bru. Impatient of my absence; And grief, that young Octavius with Mark Antony Have made themselves fo ftrong, (for with her death That tidings came) With this fhe fell diftract, And, her Attendants abfent, swallow'd fire. Caf. And dy'd fo? Bru. Even fo. Caf. O ye immortal Gods! Enter Enter Boy with Wine and Tapers. ९ Bru. Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine. In this I bury all unkindness, Caffius. Na [Drinks, Bru. Come in, Titinius.Welcome, good Mef SCENE V. Enter Titinius, and Meffala. Now fit we close about this taper here, Mef. Myfelf have letters of the felf-fame tenour. "Bru. With what addition? Mef. That by Profcription and bills of Outlawry, Otavius, Antony, and Lepidus Have put to death an hundred Senators. 1206 Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree; Mine fpeak of fev❜nty Senators that dy'd By their Profcriptions, Cicero being one. Caf. Cicero one? Mef. Cicero is dead; And by that order of profcription. で วา Had you your letters from your wife, my Lord? VOL. VII. G Bru, Bru. No, Meffald. Mef. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her? Mef. That, methinks, is ftrange. Bru. Why afk you? Hear you aught of her in yours? Mef. No, my Lord. i Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. Mef. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell. For certain fhe is dead, and by strange manner. Bru. Why, farewel, Porcia. We muft die, Meffala. With meditating that fhe muft die once, I have the patience to endure it now. Mef. Ev'n fo great men great loffes fhould endure. Caf. I have as much of this in art as you, But yet my nature could not bear it fo. Bru. Well, to our Work alive. What do you think 1 Of marching to Philippi prefently? Bru. Your reason? Caf. This it is: 'Tis better, that the enemy feek us; So fhall he wafte his means, weary his foldiers, Are full of reft, defence and nimbleness. Bru. Good reafons muft of force give place to better. The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground, For they have grudg'd us contribution. Come on refresh'd, new added, and encourag'd; Thefe Thefe people at our back. Caf. Hear me, good brother Bru. Under your pardon.-You must note befide, That we have try'd the utmost of our friends, Our legions are brim full, our cause is ripe; We, at the height, are ready to decline. Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; And we must take the current when it ferves, Caf. Then with your will go on; we will along Ourfelves, and meet them at Philippi. Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And nature muft obey neceffity, Which we will niggard with a little rest. There is no more to say. Caf. No more. Good night. Early to-morrow will we rife, and hence. Enter Lucius. Bru. Lucius, my gown. Farewel, good Meffala, Good night, Titinius. Noble, noble Caffius, Good night, and good repose. Caf. O my dear brother! This was an ill beginning of the night; Never come fuch divifion 'tween our fouls, Enter Lucius with the Gown. Bru. Ev'ry thing is well. Tit. Mef. Good night, Lord Brutus. Bru. Farewel, every one. [Exeunt. Give me the Gown. Where is thy inftrument? Bru. What, thou speak'it drowfily? Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd. I'll have them fleep on cushions in my Tent. SCENE VI. Enter Varro and Claudius. Var. Calls my Lord? Bru. I pray you, Sirs, lie in my Tent, and fleep; It may be, I fhall raise you by and by, On bufinefs to my brother Caffius. Var. So please you, we will ftand, and watch your pleasure. Bru. I will not have it fo; lie down, good Sirs: It may be, I fhall otherwife bethink me. Look, Lucius, here's the book I fought for fo; Luc. I was fure, your Lordship did not give it me. Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful. Canft thou hold up thy heavy eyes a while, I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. Bru. I fhould not urge thy duty past thy might; I know, young bloods look for a time of reft. Bru. It was well done, and thou fhalt fleep again; |