Then, with your will, go on;
225We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi.
Brutus. The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
And nature must obey necessity;
Which we will niggard[124] with a little rest.
There is no more to say?
Cassius.
No more. Good night:
230Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.
Brutus. Lucius! [Re-enter Lucius][125] My gown.