Clitus. What ill request did Brutus make to thee?
Dardanius. To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.
Clitus. Now is that noble vessel full[114] of grief,
That it runs over even at his eyes.
15Brutus. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.
Volumnius. What says my lord?
Brutus.
Why, this, Volumnius:
The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me[115]