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The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
And nature must obey necessity,
Which we will niggard with a little rest.
There is no more to say.
CASSIUS
No more. Good night.
Early tomorrow will we rise, and hence. [280]
BRUTUS
Lucius!
Enter Lucius.
My gown.
Exit Lucius.
Farewell, good Messala.
Good night, Titinius. Noble, noble Cassius,
Good night, and good repose.
CASSIUS
O my dear brother,
This was an ill beginning of the night.
Never come such division ’tween our souls! [285]
Let it not, Brutus.
Enter Lucius with the gown.
BRUTUS
Everything is well.
CASSIUS
Good night, my lord.
BRUTUS
Good night, good brother.
TITINIUS and MESSALA
