Claudius.
Var.
Calls my lord?
Bru.
I pray you, Sirs, lye in my tent, and sleep;
It may be, I shall raise you by and by,
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On business to my brother Cassius.
Var.
So please you, we will stand, and watch your pleasure.
Bru.
I will not have it so; lye 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.
Luc.
I was sure your lordship did not give it me.
Bru.
Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.
Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes a while,
And touch thy instrument, a strain or two?
Luc.
Ay, my lord, an't please you.
Bru.
It does, my boy;
I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
Luc.
It is my duty, Sir.
Bru.
I should not urge thy duty past thy might,
I know young bloods look for a time of rest.
Luc.
I have slept, my lord, already.
Bru.
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.
[Musick and a Song.
This is a sleepy tune—O murd'rous slumber!
Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy,
That plays thee musick? 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.
But let me see, is not the leaf turn'd down
Where I left reading? here it is, I think.
[He sits down to read.
George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].