ACT 2
Scene 1

...say! What, Lucius!
Enter Lucius.
Called you, my lord?

...call me here.
I will, my lord.
He exits.

...in the shell.
Enter Lucius.
The taper burneth in your closet, sir.
Searching the window for a flint, I found
This paper, thus sealed up, and I am sure
It did not lie there when I went to bed.
Gives him the letter.

...ides of March?
I know not, sir.

...bring me word.
I will, sir.
He exits.

...hand of Brutus.
Enter Lucius.
Sir, March is wasted fifteen days.

...gate; somebody knocks.
Lucius exits.

...of an insurrection.
Enter Lucius.
Sir, ’tis your brother Cassius at the door,
Who doth desire to see you.

...Is he alone?
No, sir. There are more with him.

...know them?
No, sir. Their hats are plucked about their ears,
And half their faces buried in their cloaks,
That by no means I may discover them
By any mark of favor.

...Let ’em enter.
Lucius exits.

...’s that knocks?
Enter Lucius and Ligarius.
Here is a sick man that would speak with you.

...Boy, stand aside.
Lucius exits.

Scene 4

...traitors do contrive.
Enter Portia and Lucius.

...dost thou stay?
To know my errand, madam.

...thou here yet?
Madam, what should I do?
Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?
And so return to you, and nothing else?

...noise is that?
I hear none, madam.

...from the Capitol.
Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.

...say to thee.
They exit separately.

ACT 4
Scene 2

...Millions of mischiefs.
Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, Lucius, and the Army. Titinius and Pindarus meet them.

...guard our door.
All but Brutus and Cassius exit.

Scene 3

...leave you so.
Enter a Poet followed by Lucilius, Titinius, and Lucius.

...bowl of wine.
Lucius exits.

...you immortal gods!
Enter Lucius with wine and tapers.

...Brutus’ love.He drinks.
Lucius exits.

...hence. Lucius.
Enter Lucius.

... My gown.
Lucius exits.

...it not, Brutus.
Enter Lucius with the gown.

...is thy instrument?
Here in the tent.

...in my tent.
Varro and Claudius.

...of my gown.
I was sure your Lordship did not give it me.

...strain or two?
Ay, my lord, an ’t please you.

...thou art willing.
It is my duty, sir.

...time of rest.
I have slept, my lord, already.

...good to thee.
Lucius then falls asleep.

...sirs, awake! Claudius!
The strings, my lord, are false.

...instrument. Lucius, awake!
My lord?

...so criedst out?
My lord, I do not know that I did cry.

...thou see anything?
Nothing, my lord.

...done, my lord.
They exit.