LUCIUS.
Nothing, my lord.
BRUTUS.
Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudius!
Fellow thou, awake!
VARRO.
My lord?
CLAUDIUS.
My lord?
BRUTUS.
Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?
VARRO. CLAUDIUS.
Did we, my lord?
BRUTUS.
Ay. Saw you anything?
VARRO.
No, my lord, I saw nothing.
CLAUDIUS.
Nor I, my lord.
BRUTUS.
Go and commend me to my brother Cassius;
Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
And we will follow.