Julius Caesar

by: William Shakespeare

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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.

BRUTUS

No, please, lie down, good sirs, because I might change my mind. Look, Lucius, here’s the book I was searching for. I put it in the pocket of my nightgown.
VARRUS and CLAUDIO lie down
VARRUS and CLAUDIO lie down.

LUCIUS

260I was sure your lordship did not give it me.

LUCIUS

I was sure that you hadn’t given it to me.

BRUTUS

Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.
Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
And touch thy instrument a strain or two?

BRUTUS

Bear with me, good boy. I’ve become very forgetful. Can you stay awake a bit longer and play a few tunes on your lute?

LUCIUS

Ay, my lord, an ’t please you.

LUCIUS

Yes, my lord, if you would like.

BRUTUS

     It does, my boy.
265I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.

BRUTUS

I would, my boy. I ask too much of you, but you’re always willing.

LUCIUS

It is my duty, sir.

LUCIUS

It’s my duty, sir.

BRUTUS

I should not urge thy duty past thy might.
I know young bloods look for a time of rest.

BRUTUS

I shouldn’t make you do more than you’re able. I know that young men look forward to their rest.

LUCIUS

I have slept, my lord, already.

LUCIUS

I’ve already slept, my lord.

BRUTUS

270It was well done, and thou shalt sleep again.
I will not hold thee long. If I do live,
I will be good to thee.

BRUTUS

That was good planning, and you’ll sleep some more. I won’t keep you very long. If I live through this, I’ll be good to you.
LUCIUS plays music and sings a song, falling asleep
LUCIUS plays music and sings a song, then falls asleep.
This is a sleepy tune. O murderous slumber,
Layst thou thy leaden mace upon my boy
275That plays thee music?—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.
—Let me see, let me see. Is not the leaf turned down
280Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.
This is a sleepy tune. Oh, deadening sleep, have you taken over my boy who plays music for you? Gentle boy, good night. I won’t trouble you so much as to wake you. If you were to droop down, you’d break your instrument, and so I’ll take it from you. Good night, good boy. Let me see, let me see. Didn’t I turn down the page where I left off reading? Here it is, I think. This candle doesn’t give much light.