255Brutus. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.
Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
And touch thy instrument a strain or two?
Lucius. Ay, my lord, an 't please you.
Brutus.
It does, my boy:
I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
260Lucius. It is my duty, sir.
Brutus. I should not urge thy duty past thy might;
I know young bloods[136] look for a time of rest.