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I put it in the pocket of my gown.

LUCIUS
I was sure your lordship did not give it me.

BRUTUS
Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful. [305]
Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
And touch thy instrument a strain or two?

LUCIUS
Ay, my lord, an’t please you.

BRUTUS
It does, my boy.
I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.

LUCIUS
It is my duty, sir. [310]

BRUTUS
I should not urge thy duty past thy might.
I know young bloods look for a time of rest.

LUCIUS

I have slept, my lord, already.

BRUTUS

It was well done, and thou shalt sleep again;
I will not hold thee long. If I do live, [315]
I will be good to thee.
Music, and a song. Lucius falls asleep.

This is a sleepy tune. O murd’rous slumber!
Layest thou thy leaden mace upon my boy,
That plays thee music? Gentle knave, good night.
I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee. [320]

If thou dost nod, thou break’st thy instrument;