Lucius! Enter Lucius . My gown. Exit Lucius . 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.

What, thou speak’st drowsily? Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o’erwatch’d. Call Claudius and some other of my men; I’ll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.