And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear, Millions of mischiefs. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Before Brutus' Tent, in the Camp near Sardis.

Drum.

Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and Soldiers: TITINIUS and PINDARUS meet them. Bru. Stand, ho!

Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand.

Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near? Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come To do you salutation from his master.

[PINDARUS gives a Letter to BRUTUS. Bru. He greets me well.-Your master, Pindarus, In his own change, or by ill officers, Hath given me some worthy cause to wish Things done, undone; but, if he be at hand, I shall be satisfied.

I do not doubt,

Pin.
But that my noble master will appear
Such as he is, full of regard and honor.

Bru. He is not doubted.-A word, Lucilius:
How he receiv'd you let me be resolv'd.

Luc. With courtesy and with respect enough;
But not with such familiar instances,
Nor with such free and friendly conference,
As he hath used of old.

Bru.
Thou hast describ'd
A hot friend cooling. Ever note, Lucilius,
When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith;
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
Make gallant show and promise of their mettle,
But when they should endure the bloody spur,
They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades,
Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?
[ter'd:
Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quar-
The greater part, the horse in general,
Are come with Cassius.

Bru.

[March within. Hark! he is arriv'd.

Bid our commanders lead their charges off
A little from this ground.

Bru. Lucilius, do you the like; ahd let no man Come to our tent, till we have done our conference. Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. [Exeunt.

SCENE III.-Within the Tent of BRUTUS. LUCIUS and TITINIUS at some distance from it. Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS.

For taking bribes here of the Sardians; Wherein my letters, praying on his side, Because I knew the man, were slighted off.

Bru. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a case. Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet That every a nice offence should bear his comment. Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm; To sell and mart your offices for gold To undeservers.

Cas.

I an itching palm? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or by the gods this speech were else your last. And chastisement does therefore hide his head. Bru. The name of Cassius honors this corruption, ¡Cas. Chastisement!

[ber.

Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remenDid not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honors, For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.

Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself: Have mind upon your health; tempt me no farther. | Bru. Away, slight man!

Cas. Is't possible? Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares? Cas. O ye gods! ye gods! Must I endure all this? Bru. All this? ay, more. Fret, till your proud

heart break;

Go, show your slaves how choleric you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge!
Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humor? By the gods,
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you; for from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are waspish.

Cas.

Is it come to this?

Bru. You say, you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well. For mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of abler men.

Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me,
Brutus ;

I said, an older soldier, not a better:
Did I say, better?

Bru.

If you did, I care not.

Cas. When Cæsar liv'd, he durst not thus have
mov'd me.
[him.
Bru. Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted
Cas. I durst not?
Bru. No.

Cas. What! durst not tempt him?
Bru.

For you life you durst not.

Nice here is simple; silly.-"To hedge me in," ie, to how to confer offices at my disposal.

Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love; I may do that I shall be sorry for.

Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
For I am arm'd so strong in honesty,
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not. I did send to you

For certain sums of gold, which you denied me;
For I can raise no money by vile means:
By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash,
By any indirection. I did send

To you for gold to pay my legions,

Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?
Should I have answered Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts
Dash him to pieces!

Cas.

Bru. You did. Cas.

I denied you not.

I did not: he was but a fool,

That brought my answer back.-Brutus hath riv'd

my heart:

Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, For Cassius is aweary of the world: Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother; Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observ'd, Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote, To cast into my teeth. O! I could weep My spirit from mine eyes.-There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold: If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth; I, that denied thee gold will give my heart. Strike, as thou didst at Cæsar; for, I know,

Poet. For shame, you generals! What do you Love, and be friends, as two such men should be, For I have seen more years, I am sure, than ye.

Cas. Ha, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rhyme. Bru. Get you hence, sirrah: saucy fellow, hence. Cas. Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion. Bru. I'll know his humor, when he knows his time. What should the wars do with these jigging fools? Companion, hence.

a

Cas.

Away, away! be gone. [Exit Poet. Enter LUCILIUS and TITINIUS.

Bru. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.

[you,

Cas. And come yourselves, and bring Messala with Immediately to us. [Exeunt LUCILIUS and TITINIUS. Lucius, a bowl of wine.

Bru. Cas. I did not think you could have been so angry. Bru. O Cassius! I am sick of many griefs. Cas. Of your philosophy you make no use, If you give place to accidental evils.

Bru. No man bears sorrow better.-Portia is dead. Cas. Ha! Portia ?

Cas. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.— Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup;

Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius.

[better

Bru. Sheath your dagger. Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor. O Cassius! you are yoked with a lamb, That carries anger as the flint hears fire, Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.

Cas.

Hath Cassius liv'd To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him? Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too. Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand. Bru. And my heart, too. O Brutus !

Cas.

Bru.

What's the matter?

Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humor, which my mother gave me, Makes me forgetful?

Bru. Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so. [Noise within. Poet. [Within.] Let me go in to see the generals. There is some grudge between them; 'tis not meet They be alone.

Cas. Portia, art thou gone? Bru. No more, Messala, I have here received letters, That young Octavius, and Mark Antony, Come down upon us with a mighty power, Bending their expedition toward Philippi. Mes. Myself have letters of the self-same tenor. Bru. With what addition?

Mes. That by proscription, and bills of outlawry,
Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,
Have put to death an hundred senators.

Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree:
Mine speak of seventy senators, that died
By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.
Cas. Cicero one?

Mes. Cicero is dead,
And by that order of proscription.-
Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?
Bru. No, Messala.

• Companion was formerly a term of contempt; aз we say at present fellow!

Mes. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?
Bru. Nothing, Messala.
Mes.

That, methinks, is strange. Bru. Why ask you? Hear you aught of her in yours? Mes. No, my lord.

once,

Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. Mes. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell: For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. Bru. Why, farewell, Portia.-We must die, MessaWith meditating that she must die a [la: I have the patience to endure it now. Mes. Even so great men great losses should endure. Cas. I have as much of this in art as you, But yet my nature could not bear it so. Bru. Well, to our work alive. What do you think Of marching to Philippi presently? Cas. I do not think it good.

Bru.

Cas.

Your reason?

This it is.

Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to betThe people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground, Do stand but in a forc'd affection, For they have grudg'd us contribution: The enemy, marching along by them,

By them shall make a fuller number up,

Come on refresh'd, 'new-hearted, and encourag'd;
From which advantage shall we cut him off,
If at Philippi we do face him there,
These people at our back.

Cas.

Hear me, good brother.
Bru. Under your pardon.-You must note beside,
That we have tried the utmost of our friends.
Our legions are brimful, our cause is ripe:
The enemy increaseth every day;

We, at the height, are ready to decline.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat,

And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.

Cas.
Then, with your will, go on:
We will along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi.
Bru. The deep of night has crept upon our talk,
And nature must obey necessity,
Which we will niggard with a little rest.
There is no more to say?

Cas.

No more.

e.-Good night:

Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.

Bru. Lucius, my gown. [Exit LUCIUS.]-Fare

well, good Messala:

Good night, Titinius.-Noble, noble Cassius,

Good night, and good repose.

Cas.

O! my dear brother, This was an ill beginning of the night. Never come such division 'tween our souls! Let it not, Brutus.

Bru.

Every thing is well. Cas. Good night, my lord, Bru. Good night, good brother. Tit. Mes. Good night, lord Brutus. Bru.

Farewell, every one. [Exeunt CAS. TIT. and MES.

Re-enter LUCIUS, with the Gown.

Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?

■"Once," i. e., at one time or other.- "In art,” i. e., în theory.

[Servants lie down. Luc. I was sure, your lordship did not give it me. Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetCanst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, And touch thy instrument a strain or two? Luc. Ay, my lord, an't please you. Bru.

[ful.

It does, my boy. I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. Luc. It is my duty, sir.

Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might: I know, young bloods look for a time of rest. Luc. I have slept, my lord, already.

Bru. 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! [LUCIUS falls asleep. 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 turn'd down, Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. [He sits down to read.

Enter the Ghost of CESAR.
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.
Bru.
Why com'st thou !
Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Philippi.
Bru. Well; then I shall see thee again?
Ghost.

Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble RoThat ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; He bears too great a mind: but this same day Must end that work the ides of March 3 began, And whether we shall meet again, I know not. Therefore, our everlasting farewell take:For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius. If we do meet again, why we shall smile; If not, why then, this parting was well made. Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus. If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed; If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made. Bru. Why then, lead on.-O, that a man might

know

SCENE II-The Same. The Field of Battle.
Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA.
Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these
bills

Unto the legions on the other side. [Loud Alarum.
Let them set on at once; for I perceive
But cold demeanor in Octavius' wing,
And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down.

[Exeunt. SCENE III.-The Same. Another Part of the Field.

Alarum. Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS. Cas. O, look, Titinius, look! the villains fly. Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy: This ensign here of mine was turning back; I slew the coward, and did take it from him. Tit. O Cassius! Brutus gave the word too early; Who having some advantage on Octavius, Took it too eagerly: his soldiers fell to spoil, Whilst we by Antony are all enclos'd.

My life is run his compass.- Sirrah, what news? Pin. [Above.] O my lords!

Cas. What news?

Pin. Titinius is enclosed round about With horsemen, that make to him on the spur;Yet he spurs on:-now they are almost on him. Now, Titinius!-now some 'light:-O! he 'lights

too:

He's ta'en: and, hark! [Shout.] they shout for joy.
Cas.
Come down; behold no more.-

O, coward that I am, to live so long,
To see my best friend ta'en before my face!
Enter PINDARUS.

Come hither, sirrah.

In Parthia did I take thee prisoner;
And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
That whatsoever I did bid thee do,
[oath:
Thou should'st attempt it. Come now, keep thine
Now be a freeman; and with this good sword,
That ran through Caesar's bowels, search this bosom.
Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilte;

And when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,
Guide thou the sword.-Cæsar, thou art reveng'd,
Even with the sword that kill'd thee.

[Dies

Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been,
Durst I have done my will. O Cassius!
Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
Where never Roman shall take note of him. [Ezit.
Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA.
Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
As Cassius' legions are by Antony.

Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
Mes. Where did you leave him?
Tit.

All disconsolate,
With Pindarus, his bondman, on this hill.
Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground!
Tit. He lies not like the living.—O my heart!
Mes. Is not that he?

Tit.

No, this was he, Messala, But Cassius is no more.-O setting sun! As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night, So in his red blood Cassius' day is set: The sun of Rome is set. Our day is gone; Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done. Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.

Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. O hateful error! melancholy's child, Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not? O error! soon conceiv'd, Thou never com'st unto a happy birth, But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee.

Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus! Mes. Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet Into his ears: I may say, thrusting it; The noble Brutus, thrusting this report For piercing steel, and darts envenomed, As tidings of this sight. Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,

Tit.

Hie, you, Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus the while.

[Exit MESSALA. Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius ? Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they Put on my brows this wreath of victory, And bid me give it thee? Didst not thou hear their shouts?

Alas! thou hast misconstrued every thing.
But hold thee; take this garland on thy brow:
Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I

Sirrah was the usual address in speaking to servants and children.