Bru. The deepe of night is crept vpon our talke,
And Nature must obey Necessitie,
Which we will niggard with a little rest:
There is no more to say
Cassi. No more, good night,
Early to morrow will we rise, and hence.
Enter Lucius.
Bru. Lucius my Gowne: farewell good Messala,
Good night Titinius: Noble, Noble Cassius,
Good night, and good repose
Cassi. O my deere Brother:
This was an ill beginning of the night:
Neuer come such diuision 'tweene our soules:
Let it not Brutus.
Enter Lucius with the Gowne.
Bru. Euery thing is well
Cassi. Good night my Lord
Bru. Good night good Brother
Tit. Messa. Good night Lord Brutus
Bru. Farwell euery one.
Exeunt.