As Cassius' legions are by Antony. Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. 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; 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 comest 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 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. 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 thou not hear their shouts ? Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing. But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow; [dies. Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, YOUNG Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? 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. Brave Titinius! Cato. Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these? The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more tears To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.— [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Another part of the field. Alarum. Enter, fighting, SOLDIERS of both armies; then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and others. Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads! Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me? : I will proclaim my name about the field :- A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend : [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. SHAK. XI. 2 B Lucil. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Wny, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; And mayst be honor'd being Cato's son.1 1 Sol. Yield, or thou diest. Lucil. Only I yield to die: There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight; [offering money. Kill Brutus, and be honor'd in his death. 1 Sol. We must not.-A noble prisoner! 2 Sol. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. 1 Sol. I'll tell the news. Here comes the ge neral: Enter ANTONY. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. Lucil. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: I dare assure thee, that no enemy Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus. The gods defend him from so great a shame! He will be found like Brutus, like himself. Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe; 1 i. e. worthy of him And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent, [Exeunt. SCENE. Another part of the field. Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS. Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. Cli. Statilius show'd the torch-light; but, my lord, He came not back: he is or ta'en or slain. Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus! [whispering. Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world. Bru. Peace then; no words. Cli. I'll rather kill myself. Shall I do such a deed? Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! Cli. O Dardanius! Dar. O Clitus! [whispers him. Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? Dar. To kill him, Clitus: look, he meditates. Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief, That it runs over even at his eyes. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius! list a word. Vol. What says my lord? Bru. Why, this, Volumnius: |