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The same. Another Part of the Field.
Alarum. Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS, Was Cassius born, Give me thy hand, Messala: Be thou my witness, that against my will,
Cos. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy : As Pompey was, am I compellid to set
This ensign here of mine was turning back; Upon one battle all our liberties.
I slew the coward, and did take it from him. You know, that I held Epicurus strong, And his opinion; now I change my mind,
Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word tou
early; And partly credit things that do presage.
Who liaving some advantage on Octarius, Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch'd, whilst we by Antony are all enclos'd.
Took it too cagerly; his soldiers fell to spoil, Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands; Who to Philippi here consorted us;
Enter PINDARUS. This morning are they fled away, and gone:
Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; And in their steads, do ravens, crows, and kites, Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord! Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us,
Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off. (tinius; As we were sickly prey; their shadows seem
Cos. This hill is far enough. Look, look, TiA canopy most fatal, under which
Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire ? Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.
Tit. They are, my lord. Mes. Believe not so.
Titinius, if thou lov'st me, Cas.
I but believe it partly; Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him, For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd
Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops, To meet all perils very constantly.
And here again: that I may rest assurd, Bru, Even so, Lucilius.
Whether yond' troops are friend or enemy. Cas. Now, most noble Brutus,
Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may,
[Exit. Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!
Cas. Go, Pindarns, get higher on that hill: But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain, My sight was ever thick; Regard Titinius, Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
And tell me what thon not'st about the field.-If we do lose this battle, then is this
[E.cit PINDARUS. The very last time we shall speak together:
This day I breathed first; time is come round, What are you then determined to do?
And where I did begin, there shall I end; Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy,
My life is run his compass.-Sirrah, what news? By which I did blame (ato for the death
Pin. (Above.] O my lord !
Cas. What news?
Pin, Titinius is enclosed round about
With horsemen, that make to him on the spur:The time of life:--arming myself with patience, Yet he spurs on.--Now they are almosi on him; To stay the providence of some high powers,
Now, Titinius I-Dow some 'light ;-Oh, he That govern us below.
Flights too :-he's ta'en ;Cas.
Then, if we lose this battle, And hark ! (shout) they shout for joy. You are contented to be led in triumph
Come down, behold no more.Thorough the streets of Rome ?
O, coward that I am, to live so long, Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble To see my best friend ta'en before my face! Roman,
Enter PINDARUS. That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; Come hither, sirrah: He bears too great a mind, But this same day In Parthia did I take thee prisoner; Must end that work, the ides of March begun; And then I swore thee, saving of thy life, And whether we shall meet again, I know not. That whatsoever I did bid thee do, thine oath! Therefore our everlasting farewell take : Thou should'st attempt it. Come now, keep For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius! Now be a freeman; and with this good sword, If we do meet again, why we shall smile; That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this If not, why then this parting was well made.
bosom. Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus ! Stand not to answer: Here, take thou the hilts; If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed. And, when my face is cover'd as 'tis now, If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made. Guide thou the sword.-Cæsar, thou art reBru. Why, then, lead on.-0, that a man veng'd, might know
Even with the sword that killed thee. (Dies. The end of this day's business, ere it come! Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have But it sufficeth that the day will end,
Durst I have done my will, O Cassius! een And then the end is known.-Come, ho! away ! Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
(Exeunt. Where never Roman shall take note of him. SCENE II. The same. The field of Battle.
Re-enter Tirixius, rrith MESSALA. Alarm. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA.
Mes. It is but change, Titinins; for Octavius Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these Is overthrown by poble Brutus' power, Unto the legions on the other side: [bills As Cassius' legions are by Antony.
(Loud Alarum. Til. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. Let them set on at once ; for I perceive
Mrs. Where did you leave him? But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing,
All disconsolate, And sudden push gives them the overthrow. With Pindarus his bondman on this hill. Ride, ride, Messala; let them all come down. Mess. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground?
(Exeunt, Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart!
Mes. Is not that he ?
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! Tit.
No, this was he, Messala, A toe to tyrants, and my country's friend : But Cassius is no more.--0) settiug sun! I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night,
(Charges the Enemy. So in his red blood Cassius' day is set!
Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I : The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone; Brutus, my country's friend : know me for BruClouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds tus. (Exit, charging the Enemy. Cato is are done!
ouerpowered, and falls. Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down?
Mes. Mistrust of good success bath done this Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; O hateful error, melancholy's child! [leed, And may'st be honour'd being Cato's son. Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of 1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest. men (civid, Luc.
Only I yield to die; The things that are not? () error, soon con- There is so much, that thouwilt kill me straight; Thou never com'st unto a happy birth,
(Offering money. But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee. Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. Tit. What, Pindarus; Where art thou, Pin 1 Sold. We must not.--A noble prisoner! darus?
2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. Mes. Seek him, Titinius; whilst I go to meet 1 Sold, I'll tell the new-Here comes the The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
general :Into his ears: 1 may say, thrusting it;
Luc. Safe, Antony ; Brutus is safe enough: Tit.
Hie you, Messala, I dare assure thee, that no enemy
(Ez it MESSALA.' The gods defend him from so great a shame! Wlıy didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? When you do find him, or alive or dead, Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they He will be found like Brutus, like himself Put on my brows this wreath of victory, Ant. This is not Brutus, friund; but I assure And bid me give't thee? Didst thou not hear you, their shouts ?
A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe, Alas, thou hast misconstrned every thing. Give him all kindness: I had rather have But hold thee, take this gurland on thy brow; , Such men my friends, than enemies. Go on, Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I And see whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead : Will do his bidding.-Brutus, come apace,
And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent, And see how I regarded Caius Cassius. How every thing is chanc'd.
(Exeunt. By your leave, gods :-- This is a Roman's part:
SCENE V. Another Ihrt of the l'ield. Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.
[Dies. Enter Beutus, DARDANTUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and
Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest or
[lord, Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body CH. Statilius show'd the torch-light: bui, my lie?
He came not back; he is or ta'en or slain. Mes. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it.
Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus : Slaying is the Bru. Titinius' face is upward.
word : Cato.
lle is slain.
It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus. Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet!
[Whisperiniz. Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords
Cli. What, I, my lord ? No, not for all the In our own proper entrails. [Low alarums.
Bru. Peace then, no words.
(worlu. Caco. Brave Titinius!
I'll rather kill myself. Look, whe'r he have not crown'u dead Cassins !
Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! [Whispers hiin. Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as
I do such a deru? these
C'li. O, Dardanius! The last of all the Romans, fare thce well!
Lar. O, Clitus! It is impossible, that ever Rome (tears
Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more Dar To kill him, Clitus: Look, he meditates. To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.- Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief, I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.-
That it runs over even at his eyes. Come, therefore, and to Thassos send his body;
Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius: list a His funeral shall not be in onr camp,
Vol. What says my lord ?
(woru. Lest it discomfort us.-Lucilius, come:
Why, this, Volumnius; And come, young Cato; let us to the tield.
The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me Labeo, and Flavius, set our battles on :
Two several times by night: at Sardis once ; 'Tis three o'clock ; and, Romans, yet ere night And, this last night, here in Philippi' tielus. We shall try fortune in a second tight. (Eseunt. I know, my hour
is come. SCENE IV. Another Purt of the Field. Vol.
Not so, my lord. Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both Armies; Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes:
Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and Others.
Our enemies have bent us to the pit: Bru. Yet, countrymen, 0, yet hold up your It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, heads!
with me? Than tarry till they push us, Goud Volumnius, Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go Thou know'sst, the wy two went to school tom I will proclaim my mume about the field :
Eveu for that our love of old, I pray thee, Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY,
(Aiarum still. Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy Cli. Fly, fly, my lord : there is no tarrying master?
Stru. Free from the bondage you are in, MesBru. Farewell to you;-and you ;-and you, The conquerors can but make a fire of him; Volumnius.
For Brutus only overcame himself, Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; And no man else hath honour by his death. Farewell to thee too, Strato.-Countrymen, Luc. So Brutus should be found.-I thank My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life,
thee, Brutus, I found no man, but he was true to me. That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. I shall have glory by this losing day,
Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain More than Octavius, and Mark Antony,
them. By this vile conquest shall attain unto. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? So fare you well, at once ; for Brutus' tongue Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. Hath almost ended his life's history:
Oct. Do so, Messala, Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would Mes. How died my master, Strato? regt,
Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. That have but labour'd to attain this hour. Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
[Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, fly. That did the latest service to my master. Cli. Fly, my lord, fiy.
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all: Bru.
Hence; I will follow. All the conspirators, save only he, Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS. Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar; I prythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord : He, only, in a general honest thought, Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
And common good to all, made one of them. Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: His life was gentle; and the elements Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face, So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? And say to all the world, This was a man! Stra. Give me your hand first : Fare you well, Oct. According to his virtue let us use him, my lord.
With all respect and rites of burial. Bru. Farewell
, good Strato.-Cæsar, now be Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie, still:
Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.I killd not thee with half so good a will. So, call the field to rest: and let's away,
[He runs on his sword, and dies. To part the glories of this happy day. (E.ceurt.
Autony and Cleopatra.
MENECRATES, Friends of Pompey.
VARRIUS, SEXTUS POMPEIUS.
Taurus, Lieutenant-General to Cæsar.' DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS,
CANIDIUS, Lieutenant-General to Antony. VESTIDIUS,
Silius, an Officer in Ventidius's Army. Eros,
EUPHRONITS, an Ambassador from Antony to SCABUS,
Friends of Antony. Cæsar, DERCETAS,
ALEXAS, MARDIAN, SELEUCUS, and DIOMEDES, ADEMETRIUS,
tendants on Cleopatra. PEILO,
A Soothsayer. A Clown. MECENAS,
CLEOPATRA, Queen of Egypt. AGRIPPA,
OCTAVIA, Sister to Cæsar, and Wife to Antony, DOLABELLA, Friends of Cæsar.
CHARMIAN and IRAs, Attendants on Cleopatra. PROCULEIUS, TUYBEUS,
Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other AttendGALLUS,
Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst
And is become the bellows, and the fan, SCENE I. Alexandria, A Room in Cleopatra's To cool a gipsy's lust. Look, where they come! Pujace.
Flourish. Enter Antoxy and CLEOPATRA, worth Enter DEMETRIUS and Philo.
their Trains; Eunuchs fanning her, Phi. Nay, but this dotage of our general's Take but good note, and you shall see in him O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, The triple pillar of the world transform'd That o'er the files and musters of the war
Into a strumpet's fool : bebold and see. Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. The office and devotion of their view (turn, Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,