Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.

Enter the Ghost of Caesar

How ill this taper burns! Ha! Who comes here?

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?

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.

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, Varrus, Claudio, sirs, awake!

Claudio!

LUCIUS The strings, my lord, are false.

BRUTUS

He thinks he still is at his instrument.—

Lucius, awake!

LUCIUS My lord.

BRUTUS

Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so cried’st out?

LUCIUS

My lord, I do not know that I did cry.

BRUTUS

Yes, that thou didst. Didst thou see anything?

LUCIUS Nothing, my lord.

BRUTUS

Sleep again, Lucius.—Sirrah Claudio!

(To Varrus) Fellow,

Thou, awake!

VARRUS My lord.

CLAUDIO My lord.

BRUTUS

Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?

BOTH

Did we, my lord?

BRUTUS Ay. Saw you anything?

VARRUS

No, my lord, I saw nothing.

CLAUDIO Nor I, my lord.

BRUTUS

Go and commend me to my brother Cassius.

Bid him set on his powers betimes before,

And we will follow.

BOTH It shall be done, my lord.

Exeunt ⌈Varrus and Claudio at one door, Brutus and Lucius at another door⌉

5.1 Enter Octavius, Antony, and their army

OCTAVIUS

Now, Antony, our hopes are answered.

You said the enemy would not come down,

But keep the hills and upper regions.

It proves not so; their battles are at hand.

They mean to warn us at Philippi here,

Answering before we do demand of them.

ANTONY

Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know

Wherefore they do it. They could be content

To visit other places; and come down

With fearful bravery, thinking by this face

To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage;

But ’tis not so.

Enter a Messenger

MESSENGER Prepare you, generals.

The enemy comes on in gallant show.

Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,

And something to be done immediately.

ANTONY

Octavius, lead your battle softly on

Upon the left hand of the even field.

OCTAVIUS

Upon the right hand, I; keep thou the left.

ANTONY

Why do you cross me in this exigent?

OCTAVIUS

I do not cross you, but I will do so.

⌈Drum. Antony and Octavius march with their army.⌉ Drum within. Enter, marching, Brutus, Cassius, and their army, amongst them Titinius, Lucillius, and Messala. Octavius’ and Antony’s army makes a stand

BRUTUS They stand, and would have parley.

CASSIUS

Stand fast, Titinius. We must out and talk.

Brutus’ and Cassius’ army makes a stand

OCTAVIUS

Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?

ANTONY

No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge.

Make forth, the generals would have some words.

OCTAVIUS (to his army)

Stir not until the signal.

Antony and Octavius meet Brutus and Cassius

BRUTUS

Words before blows: is it so, countrymen?

OCTAVIUS

Not that we love words better, as you do.

BRUTUS

Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.

ANTONY

In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words.

Witness the hole you made in Caesar’s heart,

Crying ‘Long live, hail Caesar’.

CASSIUS

Antony,

The posture of your blows are yet unknown;

But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,

And leave them honeyless.

ANTONY Not stingless too.

BRUTUS O yes, and soundless too,

For you have stolen their buzzing, Antony,

And very wisely threat before you sting.

ANTONY

Villains, you did not so when your vile daggers

Hacked one another in the sides of Caesar.

You showed your teeth like apes, and fawned like

hounds,

And bowed like bondmen, kissing Caesar’s feet,

Whilst damnèd Casca, like a cur, behind,

Struck Caesar on the neck. O you flatterers!

CASSIUS

Flatterers? Now, Brutus, thank yourself.

This tongue had not offended so today

If Cassius might have ruled.

OCTAVIUS

Come, come, the cause. If arguing make us sweat,

The proof of it will turn to redder drops.

He draws

Look, I draw a sword against conspirators.

When think you that the sword goes up again?

Never till Caesar’s three and thirty wounds

Be well avenged, or till another Caesar

Have added slaughter to the swords of traitors.

BRUTUS

Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors’ hands,

Unless thou bring’st them with thee.

OCTAVIUS So I hope.

I was not born to die on Brutus’ sword.

BRUTUS

O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,

Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable.

CASSIUS

A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour,

Joined with a masquer and a reveller!

ANTONY

Old Cassius still.

OCTAVIUS Come, Antony, away.

Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth.

If you dare fight today, come to the field.

If not, when you have stomachs.

Exeunt Octavius, Antony, and their army

CASSIUS

Why, now blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark.