Read the excerpt from act 4, scene 3, of the tragedy of julius caesar.
brutus. bear with me, good boy, i am much forgetful.
canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes a while,
and touch thy instrument a strain or two?
lucius. ay, my lord, an’t you.
brutus. it does, my boy.
i trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
lucius. it is my duty, sir.
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,
i will be good to thee.
[music, and a song]
this is a sleepy tune. o murderous slumber,
lay’st 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.
if thou dost nod thou break’st thy instrument;
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.
what does this interaction reveal about brutus’s character? select two options.