110What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too?
Good morrow, Casca. Caius Ligarius,
Cæsar was ne'er so much your enemy
As that same ague which hath made you lean.[166]
What is 't o'clock?[167]
Brutus.
Cæsar, 't is strucken eight.
115Cæsar. I thank you for your pains and courtesy.
Enter Antony
See! Antony, that revels long o' nights,[168]