Lucius. Here in the tent.
240Brutus.
What, thou speak'st drowsily?
Poor knave,[129] I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd.[130]
Call Claudius[131] and some other of my men;
I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
Lucius. Varro[132] and Claudius!
Enter Varro and Claudius[133]
245Varro. Calls my lord?
Brutus. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep;