GHOST. Ay, at Philippi. 

BRUTUS. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then. 

 [Ghost vanishes.]

Ghost

 Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest. Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee. Boy! Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Claudius! 

LUCIUS. The strings, my lord, are false. 

BRUTUS. He thinks he still is at his instrument. Lucius, awake! 

LUCIUS. My lord? 

BRUTUS. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out? 

LUCIUS. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. 

BRUTUS. Yes, that thou didst. Didst thou see anything? 

LUCIUS. Nothing, my lord. 

BRUTUS. Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudius! Fellow thou, awake! 

VARRO. My lord? 

CLAUDIUS. My lord? 

BRUTUS. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep? 

VARRO. CLAUDIUS. Did we, my lord? 

BRUTUS. Ay. Saw you anything? 

VARRO. No, my lord, I saw nothing. 

CLAUDIUS. Nor I, my lord. 

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