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Then wake the _Anthony_ from this idle dreame,
Cast of these base effeminate passions:
Which melt the courrage of thy manlike minde,
And with thy sword receiue thy sleeping praise. _Exit._

ACT. 3. SC. 3. {SN _Act III sc. iv_}

_Enter Brutus._

_Bru._ How long in base ignoble patience,
Shall I behold my Countries wofull fall,
O you braue _Romains_, and among'st the rest
Most Noble _Brutus_, faire befall your soules: 1370
Let Peace and Fame your Honored graues awaite,
Who through such perils, and such tedious warres,
Won your great labors prise sweete liberty,
But wee that with our life did freedoms take,
And did no sooner Men, then free-men, breath:
To loose it now continuing so long,
And with such lawes, such vowes, such othes confirm'd
Can nothing but disgrace and shame expect:
But soft what see I written on my seate,
_O vtinam Brute viueres_. 1380
What meaneth this, thy courage dead,
But stay, reade forward, _Brute mortuus es_.
I thou art dead indeed, thy courrage dead
Thy care and loue thy dearest Country dead,
Thy wonted spirit and Noble stomack dead.

_Enter Cassius._

_Cassi._ The times drawe neere by gratious heauens assignd
When _Philips_ Sonne must fall in _Babilon_,
In his triumphing proud persumption:
But see where melancholy _Brutus_ walkes, 1390
Whose minde is hammering on no meane conceit:
Then sound him _Cassius_, see how hee is inclined,
How fares young _Brutus_ in this tottering state.
_Bru._ Euen as an idle gazer, that beholdes,
His Countries wrackes and cannot succor bring.
_Cassi._ But wil _Brute_ alwaies in this dreame remaine,
And not bee mooued with his Countries mone.
_Bru._ O that I might in _Lethes_ endles sleepe,
And neere awaking pleasant rest of death
Close vp mine eyes, that I no more might see, 1400
Poore _Romes_ distresse and Countries misery.
_Casi._ No _Brutus_ liue, and wake thy sleepy minde,
Stirre vp those dying sparkes of honors fire,
VVhich in thy gentle breast weare wont to flame:
See how poore _Rome_ opprest with Countries wronges,
Implores thine ayde, that bred thee to that end,
Thy kins-mans soule from heauen commandes thine aide:
That lastly must by