BRUTUS.
Good night, good brother.
TITINIUS and MESSALA.
Good night, Lord Brutus.
BRUTUS.
Farewell, everyone.
[Exeunt Cassius, Titinius and Messala.]
Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
LUCIUS.
Here in the tent.
BRUTUS.
What, thou speak’st drowsily?
Poor knave, I blame thee not, thou art o’er-watch’d.
Call Claudius and some other of my men;
I’ll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
LUCIUS.
Varro and Claudius!
Enter Varro and Claudius.
VARRO.
Calls my lord?