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The Tragedy of

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