If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument;
I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night.
Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turn'd down
Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.[141]
Enter[142] the Ghost of Cæsar
275How ill this taper burns![143] Ha! who comes here?
I think it is the weakness of mine eyes
That shapes this monstrous apparition.[144]
It comes upon me. Art thou any thing?