RALPH: So, Brutus, here we are in your military tent out in the field. You've just had a pretty heated argument with your good friend, Cassius, though you managed to patch things up by the end. You've also had some tragic news. Your wife, Portia, has killed herself. And meanwhile, the armies of Antony and Octavius—armies larger than yours—are preparing to pursue you. You must be exhausted. Though, lucky for you, Lucius has brought your robe and your PJs. 

BRUTUS: Oh. great. Did he bring his lute? I need some music. 

RALPH: Hoping that some music will relax you? Well, he says he has it but he sounds pretty tired to me. 

BRUTUS: Poor kid. You can't blame him, though. He gets tired very easily, even at home. Tell him to gather some of the men and they can go rest in the tent. 

RALPH: Well, yes. And let's see, he calls Claudius and Varro to come into the tent. 

BRUTUS: Good. They should sleep in here for now. I'll send them on an errand to Cassius pretty soon. 

RALPH: They say they'd rather stand watch. I think it's hard for your men to relax around the general. 

BRUTUS: No. No, they should sleep before I change my mind. 

RALPH: Well, you only have to insist twice because they lie down to go to sleep. Your cushions must feel good to these soldiers. Though, this moment seems a little unexpected to me. War is on everyone's mind and yet, here you are asking for some music, letting your personal security detail take a siesta, and you then tell Lucius that you found the book you were looking for in your robe. 

BRUTUS; Oh, that's what it was. 

RALPH: You actually take the time to read when you're at war? 

BRUTUS: The soul needs taking care of, Ralph. And that's what literature is for, and music. Can Lucius play something? 

RALPH: Yeah, sure. Whatever pleases you, he says. 

BRUTUS: Well, it would please me but as long as it wouldn't trouble him too much. 

RALPH: It's his duty, he says. 

BRUTUS: But I shouldn't urge his duty past his might. 

RALPH: You mean it doesn't matter what he's supposed to do if he's too tired to do it? 

BRUTUS: He should sleep. 

RALPH: Well, he says he got some sleep earlier, so he's fine. 

BRUTUS: And he shall sleep again, soon enough. 

RALPH: You're so good to him, even in this time of great stress. 

BRUTUS: And if I live, I'll be good to him in the future, as well. 

RALPH: Well, he starts to play but before you know it, the poor fellow's fast asleep. 

BRUTUS: That was a sleepy tune. Oh, murderous sleep. 

RALPH: Murderous? 

BRUTUS: Layest thou thy leaden mace upon my boy. 

RALPH: Leaden mace? Well, I guess sometimes sleep does hit hard. 

BRUTUS: Well, then really it is, I guess. Do you have my book? 

RALPH: No, but maybe we could get it for you. 

BRUTUS: What the—Is something wrong with the lights in here? 

RALPH: No, is there a problem? 

BRUTUS: Who is this? There must be something wrong with my eyes to create such a monstrous apparition. What are you? A god? An angel? A devil? Tell me what you are. 

CAESAR'S GHOST: Thy evil spirit, Brutus. 

BRUTUS: So why are you here? 

CAESAR'S GHOST: To tell you that I'll see you tomorrow at Philippi. 

BRUTUS: So I'll see you again? 

CAESAR'S GHOST: Yes, at Philippi. 

BRUTUS: Fine. Then I'll see you at Philippi. 

RALPH: Brutus? 

BRUTUS: Just as my courage was coming back it vanishes. You didn't see it? 

RALPH: Sorry, I didn't see anything. 

BRUTUS: Claudius? Lucius? Varro? Did they say anything? 

RALPH: No, sorry. They were asleep. No one saw a thing. 

BRUTUS: Send Claudius and Varro to Cassius. Tell him to mobilize his army. I'll follow soon. 

RALPH: Sounds like it's time for battle. 

BRUTUS: It's time for battle.