CASSIUS.
Him, and his worth, and our great need of him,
You have right well conceited. Let us go,
For it is after midnight; and ere day,
We will awake him, and be sure of him.
[Exeunt.]
ACT II
SCENE I. Rome. Brutus’ orchard.
Enter Brutus.
BRUTUS.
What, Lucius, ho!
I cannot, by the progress of the stars,
Give guess how near to day.—Lucius, I say!
I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.
When, Lucius, when? Awake, I say! What, Lucius!
Enter Lucius.
LUCIUS.
Call’d you, my lord?
BRUTUS.
Get me a taper in my study, Lucius:
When it is lighted, come and call me here.
LUCIUS.
I will, my lord.