Brutus: Well, to our work alive. What do you think
Of marching on Philippi presently?
Brutus was a strong man. Portia's spirit must bide a while. They
discuss a plan of campaign. Cassius is for waiting for the enemy to
seek them and so get through his tucker and knock his men up, while
they rest in a good position; but Brutus argues that the enemy will
gather up the country people between Philippi and their camp and come
on refreshed with added numbers and courage, and it would be better
for them to meet him at Philippi with these people at their back. The
politics or inclination of the said country people didn't matter in
those days. "There is a tide in the affairs of men"--and so they
decide to take it at the flood and float high on to the rocks at
Philippi. Ah well, it led on to immortality, if it didn't to fortune.
Well, there's no more to say. Brutus thinks that the main thing now
is a little rest--in which you'll agree with him; and he sends for his
night-shirt.
Good night, Titinius: noble, noble Cassius,
Good night, and good repose!
That old fool of a Cassius--remorseful old smooth-bore--is still a bit
maudlin--maybe he had another swig at the wine when Shakespeare wasn't
looking.
Cassius: O my dear brother!
This was an ill beginning of the night
Never come such division 'tween our souls!
Let it not, Brutus.
Brutus: Everything is well.
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