your will, go on; We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi. The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And nature must obey necessity; Which we will niggard with a little rest. There is no more to say? No more. Good night: Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. Lucius! My gown. Farewell, good Messala: Good night, Titinius. Noble, noble Cassius, Good night, and good repose. O my dear brother! This was an ill beginning of the night: Never come such division 'tween our souls! Let it not, Brutus. Every thing is well. Good night, my lord. Good night, good brother. Good night, Lord Brutus. Farewell, every one. Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument? Here in the tent. What, thou speak'st drowsily? Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd. Call Claudius and some other of my men: I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent. Varro and Claudius! Calls my lord? I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep; It may be I shall raise you by and by On business to my brother Cassius. So please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure. I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs; It may be I shall otherwise bethink me. Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so; I put it in the pocket of my gown. I was sure your lordship did not give it me. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful. Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, And touch thy instrument a strain or two? Ay, my lord, an't please you. It does, my boy: I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. It is my duty, sir. I should not urge thy duty past thy might; I know young bloods look for a time of rest. I have slept, my lord, already. It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again; I will not hold thee long: if I do live, I will be good to thee. This is a sleepy tune. O murderous slumber, Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, That plays thee music? Gentle knave, good night; I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee: If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument; I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night. Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turn'd down Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. How ill this taper