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Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words :
Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart,
Crying, “ Long live! hail, Cæsar ! ”
The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.
Ant. Not stingless too.
Bru. Oh, yes! and soundless too; For you
have stolen their buzzing, Antony, And, very wisely, threat before you sting.
Ant. Villains, you did not so when your vile daggers
Hacked one another in the sides of Cæsar:
You showed your teeth like apes, and fawned like hounds,
And bowed like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet;
Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, hehind,
Struck Cæsar on the neck.
O you flatterers !
Cas. Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself :
This tongue had not offended so to-day
If Cassius might have ruled.
Oct. Come, come, the cause : if arguing make us sweat,
The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
I draw a sword against conspirators:
When think you that the sword goes up again?
Never till Cæsar's three and twenty wounds
Be well avenged, or till another Cæsar
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
Bru. Cæsar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands
Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
Oct. So I hope :
I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
Bru. Oh! if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
Young man, thou couldst not die more honorable.
Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honor, Joined with a masker and a reveler.
Ant. Old Cassius still !
Oct. Come, Antony; away!-Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth. If you dare fight to-day, come to the field; If not, when you have stomachs. [Exeunt Octavius, ANTONY, and
their Army. Cas. Why now,
blow, wind; swell, billow; and swim, bark ! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
Bru. Ho! Lucilius ; hark | a word with you.
Lucil. My lord !
[Brutus and Lucilius converse apart. Cas. Messala! Mes. What says my general ?
This is my birthday; as this very day
Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala.
Be thou my witness, that against my will,
As Pompey was, am I compelled to set
Upon one battle all our liberties.
You know that I held Epicurus strong,
And his opinion: now I change my mind,
And partly credit things that do presage.
Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign
Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perched,
Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands;
Who to Philippi here consorted us :
This morning are they fled away, and gone;
And in their stead do ravens, crows, and kites
Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on vs,
As we were sickly prey : their shadows seem
A canopy most fatal, under which
Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.
Mes. Believe not so.
Cas. I but believe it partly ;
For I am fresh of spirit, and resolved
To meet all perils very constantly.
Bru. Even so, Lucilius.
Cas. Now, most noble Brutus,
The gods to-day stand friendly, that we may,
Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age.
But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain,
Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
If we do lose this battle, then is this
The very last time we shall speak together:
What are you then determined to do?
Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy
By which I did blame Cato for the death
Which he did give himself, I know not how,
But I do find it cowardly and vile,
For fear of what might fall, so to prevent
The term of life, - arming myself with patience
To stay the providence of those high powers
That govern us below.
Cas. Then, if we lose this battle,
You are contented to be led in triumph
Through the streets of Rome?
Bru. No, Cassius, no! Think not, thou noble Roman,
That ever Brutus will bound to Rome :
Ile bears too great a mind. But this same day
Must end that work the ides of March 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. Oh that a man might know
The end of this day's business ere it come!
But it sufficeth that the day will end,
And then the end is known. Come, hol away!
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.
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.
SCENE III. — The Same. Another Part of the Field.
Alarums. Enter Cassius and TITINIUS.
Cas. Oh, look, Titinius, look! the villains fly :
Myself have to mine own turned enemy.
This ensign here of mine was turning back:
I slew the coward, and did take it from him.
Tit. ( 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 inclosed.
Pin. Fly farther off, my lord, fly farther off!
Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord !
Fly therefore, noble Cassius! fly far off!
Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius!
Are those my tents where I perceive the fire ?
Tit. They are, my lord.
Cas. Titinius, if thou lov'st me,
Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him
Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops,
And here again; that I may rest assured
Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.
Tit. I will be here again even with a thought.
Cas. Go, Pindarus ; get higher on that hill;
My sight was ever thick ; regard Titinius,
And tell me what thou not'st about the field.
This day I breathèd first: time is come round;
And where I did begin, there shall I end :
My life is run his compass.
Sirrah! what news?
Pin. [Above.] () my lord !
Cas. What news ?
Pin. Titinius is inclosèd 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! Oh, he lights too :
He's ta’en; and, hark !
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 !
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,
Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath!
Now be a freeman ; and with this good sword,
That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this bosom.
Stand not to answer : here, take thou the hilts;
And when my face is covered, as 'tis now,
Guide thou the sword. Cæsar, thou art revenged
Even with the sword that killed thee.
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.
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 bill.
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 conceived,
Thou never com’st unto a happy birth,
But kill'st the mother that engendered thee.
Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus?
Mes. Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet
The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
Into his ears: I may say, thrusting it;
For piercing steel, and darts envenomed,
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus
As tidings of this sight.
Til. Hie you, Messala ;
And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
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 thou not 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
Will do his bidding. — Brutus, come apace,
And see how I regarded Caius Cassius. —
By your leave, gods (this is a Roman's part),
Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.
[Dies. Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young Cato, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS,
Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?
Mes. Lo, yonder! and Titinius mourning it.
Bru. Titinius' face is upward.
Cato. He is slain.
Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet!
Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords
In our own proper entrails.
(Low alarums. Cato. Brave Titinius! Look, whe'r he have not crowned dead Cassius!
Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these ?
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
It is impossible that ever Rome
Should breed thy fellow. — Friends, I owe more tears
To this dead man than you shall see me pay.
I shall find time, Cassius; I shall find time.
Come, therefore, and to Thassos send his body:
His funeral shall not be in our camp,
Lest it discomfort us. — Lucilius, come;
And come, young Cato; let us to the field.
Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on:
'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night
We shall try fortune in a second fight.
SCENE IV. - Another Part of the Field. Alarum. Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both Armies; then BRUTUS, Cato, LUCILIUS,
Bru. Yet, countrymen, oh, yet, hold up your heads!
Cało. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me?
I will proclaim my name about the field :
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho !
A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;
I am the son of Mircus Cato, hó!
[Charges the enemy. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend: know me for Brutus.
[Exit, charging the enemy. Cato is overpowered, and falls.