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If thou doft nod, thou-break’It thy inltrument,
Luc. It is my duty, Sir.
Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might; I know, young bloods look for a time of reft.
Luc. I have flept, my lord, already.
Bru. It was well done, and thou thalt deep again; I will not hold thee long. If I do live, I will be good to thee.
[Musick, and a Song. This is a deepy tune
O murd'rous flumber ! Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, That plays thee musick? gentle knaye, good night; I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee. I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night. But let me see is not the leaf curn'd down, Where I left reading ? here it is, I think.
[He fits down to read.
Gboft. Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
Luc. The strings, my lord, are false.
Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instrument. Lucius ! awake.
Luc. My lord!
Bru. Didst thou dream-Lucius, that thou so cried'st
Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry.
Dar. My lord!
Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother Caffius;
(30) Thou ! arvake .] The Accent is so unmafical and harsh, 'tis impossible, the Poet could begin his Verse thus. '? Brutus, certainly, was intended to speak to Both his other Men ; whó Both awake, and answer, at an instant.
SCENE, the Fields of Philippi, with the
Enter O&avius, Antony, and their Army.
OW, Antony, our hopes are answered.
But keep the hills and upper regions ;
Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
Enter a Messenger.
Ant. Oétavius, lead your battel softly on,
Osta. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left.
Drum. Enter Brutus, Caffius, and their army.
Osta. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battel?
Ant. No, Cæfar, we will answer on their charge.
Osta. Stir not until the signal.
Ant. Not stingless too.
Bru. O yes, and foundless too:
(31) Three and thirty wounds.) Thus all the Editions implicitly; but I have ventur'd to reduce this Nuinber to three and twenty from the
Be well aveng’d; or 'till another Cæfar
Bru. Cæfar, thou can'st not die by traitors' hands,
Oeta. So I hope;
Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy Strain, Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable. Caf. A peevish school-boy, worthless of such ho
nour, Join'd with a masker and a reveller.
Ant. Old Caffius ftill !
Oeta. Come, Antony, away;
you dare fight to day, come to the field'; If
[Exe. Octavius, Antony, and army. Caf. Why, now blow wind, swell billow, and swim
bark ! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. Bru. Lucilius,
hark a word with you.
[Lucilius and Meffala stand forth. Luc. My lord. (Brutus Speaks apart to Lucilius. Caf. Mesala, Mes. What says my General ?
Caf. Melala, This is my birth-day; as this very day Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Meffala; Be thou my witness, that against my will, As Pompey was, am I compell’d to set Upon one battel all our liberties. You know, that I held Epicurus strong, And his opinion; now I change my mind; joint Authorities of Appian, Plutarch, and Suetonius; and I am perswaded, the Error was not from the Poet, but his Transcribers. The same Miftake has happend in the Noble Gentleman, by Beaumont and Fletcher,
So Cæfar fell, when in the Capitol
They gave his Body two and thirty Wounds. For here we must likewise correct, three and cwenty. Perhaps, the , Number might be wrote in Figures; and those accidentally transpos’d.