Giue me the Gowne. Where is thy Instrument?
Luc. Heere in the Tent
Bru. What, thou speak'st drowsily?
Poore knaue I blame thee not, thou art ore-watch'd.
Call Claudio, and some other of my men,
Ile haue them sleepe on Cushions in my Tent
Luc. Varrus, and Claudio.
Enter Varrus and Claudio.
Var. Cals my Lord?
Bru. I pray you sirs, lye in my Tent and sleepe,
It may be I shall raise you by and by
On businesse to my Brother Cassius
Var. So please you, we will stand,
And watch your pleasure
Bru. I will it not haue it so: Lye downe good sirs,
It may be I shall otherwise bethinke me.
Looke Lucius, heere's the booke I sought for so:
I put it in the pocket of my Gowne
Luc. I was sure your Lordship did not giue it me
Bru. Beare with me good Boy, I am much forgetfull.
Canst thou hold vp thy heauie eyes a-while,
And touch thy Instrument a straine or two
Luc. I my Lord, an't please you
Bru. It does my Boy:
I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing