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I’ll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night.
Let me see, let me see − is not the leaf turned down
Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.
Enter the Ghost of Caesar.

How ill this taper burns! Ha! Who comes here? [325]
I think it is the weakness of mine eyes
That shapes this monstrous apparition.
It comes upon me. Art thou any thing?

Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
That mak’st my blood cold, and my hair to stare? [330]
Speak to me what thou art.

GHOST
Thy evil spirit, Brutus.

BRUTUS
Why com’st thou?

GHOST
To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.

BRUTUS
Well; then I shall see thee again?

GHOST
Ay, at Philippi. [335]

BRUTUS
Why, I will see thee at Philippi then.
Exit Ghost.
Now I have taken heart thou vanishest.

Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.
Boy! Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake!
Claudius! [340]

LUCIUS
The strings, my lord, are false.