Cas. No more. Good-night:228
Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.
Bru. Lucius!
Enter Lucius.
My gown.[Exit Lucius.]
Farewell, good Messala:
Good-night, Titinius. Noble, noble Cassius,
Good-night, and good repose.
Cas. O my dear brother!232
This was an ill beginning of the night:
Never come such division 'tween our souls!
Let it not, Brutus.
Bru. Everything is well.
Cas. Good-night, my lord.
Bru. Good-night, good brother.236
Tit. | Good-night, Lord Brutus. | |
Mes. |
Bru. Farewell, every one.
Exeunt [all but Brutus].
Enter Lucius, with the gown.
Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
Luc. Here in the tent.
Bru. What, thou speak'st drowsily?
Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd.240
Call Claudius and some other of my men;
I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
Luc. Varro! and Claudius!
Enter Varro and Claudius.
Var. Calls my lord?244
Bru. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep:
240 knave: boy
o'er-watch'd: worn out by lack of sleep