[The Ghost of Cæsar appears.]
How ill this taper burns!—Ha! Who comes here? I think it is the weakness of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous apparition. It comes upon me. Art thou anything? Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare? Speak to me what thou art.
[In the darkness, dark ghostly shapes, hardly visible, appear to urge forward the dead Cæsar, who alone is luminous.]
THE GHOST Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
BRUTUS Why comest thou?
THE GHOST To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.
BRUTUS Well; then I shall see thee again?
THE GHOST Aye, at Philippi.
BRUTUS Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.
[The Ghost and the dim Shapes disappear. Brutus rises.]