It did not lie there when I went to bed.
[Gives him the letter]
Brutus. Get you to bed again; it is not day.
40Is not to-morrow, boy, the first[23][24] of March?
Lucius. I know not, sir.
Brutus. Look in the calendar, and bring me word.
Lucius. I will, sir.
[Exit]
Brutus. The exhalations[25] whizzing in the air