BRUTUS. Everything is well. 

CASSIUS. Good night, my lord. 

BRUTUS. Good night, good brother. 

TITINIUS and MESSALA. Good night, Lord Brutus. 

BRUTUS. Farewell, everyone. 

 [Exeunt Cassius, Titinius and Messala.]

Cassius, Titinius

Messala

Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?

LUCIUS. Here in the tent. 

BRUTUS. 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. 

LUCIUS. Varro and Claudius! 

 Enter Varro and Claudius.

Varro

Claudius

VARRO. Calls my lord? 

BRUTUS. 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. 

VARRO. So please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure. 

BRUTUS. 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. 

 [Servants lie down.]

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