ACT II.
SCENE I. Rome. BRUTUS'S orchard.
[Enter Brutus.]
BRUTUS.
What, Lucius, ho! —
I cannot, by the progress of the stars,
Give guess how near to day. — Lucius, I say! —
I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly. —
When, Lucius, when! Awake, I say! What, Lucius!
[Enter Lucius.]
LUCIUS.
Call'd you, my lord?
BRUTUS.
Get me a taper in my study, Lucius:
When it is lighted, come and call me here.
LUCIUS.
I will, my lord.
[Exit.]
