CASSIUS.
The morning comes upon 's. We'll leave you, Brutus; —
And, friends, disperse yourselves, but all remember
What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans.
BRUTUS.
Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily;
Let not our looks put on our purposes,
But bear it as our Roman actors do,
With untired spirits and formal constancy:
And so, good morrow to you every one. —
[Exeunt all but Brutus.]
Boy! Lucius! — Fast asleep? It is no matter;
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber:
Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,
Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
[Enter Portia.]
PORTIA.
Brutus, my lord!
