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 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.


And I will seek for Pindarus the while.

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Hie you, 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;
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.



BRU. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? MES. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it. BRU. Titinius' face is upward.


He is slain. BRU. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails 2.

[Low alarums. Сато. Brave Titinius! Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius! BRU. Are yet two Romans living such as these?— The last of all the Romans 3, fare thee well!

2 and turns our swords

In our own proper entrails.] So, Lucan, lib. i.:

— populumque potentem

In sua victrici conversum viscera dextrâ.


3 The last of all the Romans,] From the old translation of Plutarch: "So, when he [Brutus] was come thither, after he had lamented the death of Cassius, calling him THE last of all the Romans, being impossible that Rome should ever breede againe so noble and valiant a man as he, he caused his bodie to be buried," &c.

Mr. Rowe, and all the subsequent editors, read, as we should

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.-

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now write,―Thou last, &c. But this was not the phraseology of Shakspeare's age. See Henry VI. Third Part, Act V. Sc. V.: "Take that the likeness of this railer here."


See also the Letter of Posthumus to Imogen, in Cymbeline, Act III. Sc. II. : as you, O the dearest of creatures, would not even renew me with thine eyes." Again, in King Lear: "The jewels of our father, with wash'd eyes "Cordelia leaves you."

not ye jewels, as we now should write. Malone.

I have not displaced Mr. Malone's restoration from the old copy, because it is of no great importance to our author's meaning; though I am perfectly convinced, that in the instances from Cymbeline and King Lear, the is merely the error of a compositor who misunderstood the abbreviations employed to express thou and ye in the original MSS. which might not have been remarkable for calligraphy. Both these abbreviations very nearly resemble the one commonly used for the; a circumstance which has proved the frequent source of similar corruption. A mistake of the same colour appears to have happened in p. 149, where (see note 9,) thee had been given instead of the. See likewise the volume above referred to by Mr. Malone, where the is again printed (and, as I conceive, through the same blunder,) instead of thou.

The passage cited from Plutarch can have no weight on the present occasion. The biographer is only relating what Brutus had said. In the text, Brutus is the speaker, and is addressing himself, propria persona, to Cassius.

Besides, why is not "Thou last," &c. the language of Shakspeare? Have we not in King Richard III.:

"Thou slander of thy mother's heavy womb!
"Thou loathed issue, &c.


"Thou rag of honour, thou detested

And again, in Troilus and Cressida : "Thou great and wise," &c. Again, in Hamlet:


know thou noble youth!"

And fifty more instances to the same purpose might be introduced.

Objectum est Historico (Cremutio Cordo. Tacit. Ann. l. iv. 34,) quod Brutum Cassiumque ultimos Romanorum dixisset. Suet. Tiber. lib. iii. c. 61. STEEVENS.


Come, therefore, and to Thassos * send his body;
His funerals shall not be in our camp,
Lest it discomfort us.-Lucilius, come ;-
And come, young Cato; let us to the field.-
Labeo, and Flavius 5, set our battles on:-
"Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night
We shall try fortune in a second fight.



Another Part of the Field.


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 :-
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!

A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!

[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.


Mr. Theobald. MALONE.

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and to THASSOS -] Old copy-Tharsus.

Corrected by

It is Thassos in Sir Thomas North's translation.


5 Labeo, and FLAVIUS,] Old copy-Flavio. Corrected by the editor of the second folio. MALONE.

6 I am the son of Marcus Cato,] So, in the old translation of Plutarch: "There was the sonne of Marcus Cato slaine valiantly fighting, &c. telling aloud his name and his father's name,” &c.


Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; And may'st be honour'd being Cato's son'. 1 SOLD. Yield, or thou diest. Luc. Only I yield to die: There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; [Offering Money.

Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.

1 SOLD. We must not.-A noble prisoner!

2 SOLD. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. 1 SOLD. I'll tell the news 9.-Here comes the general:


Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.

ANT. Where is he?

Luc. Safe, Antony'; Brutus is safe enough:

7-being Cato's son,] i. e. worthy of him. WARBURTON. 8 Luc. Only I yield to die :

There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight;] Dr. Warburton has been much inclined to find lacunæ, or passages broken by omission, throughout this play. I think he has been always mistaken. The Soldier here says, Yield, or thou diest. Lucilius replies, I yield only on this condition, that I may die; here is so much gold as thou seest in my hand, which I offer thee as a reward for speedy death. What now is there wanting?

JOHNSON. 9 I'll tell THE news.] The old copy reads: I'll tell thee news. JOHNSON.

Corrected by Mr. Theobald. MALONE.


1 Safe, Antony ;] So, in the old translation of Plutarch : the mean time Lucilius was brought to him, who stowtly with a bold countenaunce sayd, Antonius, I dare assure thee, that no enemie hath taken, nor shall take Marcus Brutus aliue: and I beseech God keepe him from that fortune. For wheresoeuer he be found, aliue or dead, he will be founde like himselfe. And now for my selfe, I am come vnto thee, hauing deceiued these men of armes here, bearing them downe that I was Brutus: and doe not refuse to suffer any torment thou wilt put me to. Lucilius wordes made them all amazed that heard him. Antonius on the other side, looking vpon all them that had brought him, sayd vnto them: my companions, I thinke ye are sorie you have failed of your pur

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