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Cas. No more. Good-night: Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.

Bru. Lucius!

Enter Lucius.

My gown. Farewell, good Messala: Good-night, Titinius. Noble, noble Cassius, Good-night, and good repose.

Cas. O my dear brother! 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.

Bru. Farewell, every one. 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. 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?

Bru. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep:  240 knave: boy o'er-watch'd: worn out by lack of sleep 