By which I did blame Cato for the death For fear of what might fall, so to prevent The time of life:-arming myself with patience, Cas. Then, if we lose this battle, You are contented to be led in triumph. Thorough the streets of Rome? Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; The end of this day's business, ere it come! And then the end is known,-Come, ho! away! [Exeunt. he acknowledges that to be a trial which he could not endure. Nothing is more natural than this. We lay down a system of conduct for ourselves, but occurrences inay happen that will force us to depart from it. 2 arming myself with patience, &c.] Dr. Warburton thinks, that in this speech something is lost; but there needed only a parenthesis to clear it. The construction is this: I am determined to act according to that philosophy which directed me to blame the suicide of Cato; arming myself with patience, &c. JOHNSON. The same. Alarum. SCENE II. The Field of Battle. 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 demeanour in Octavius' wing, And sudden push gives them the overthrow. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. Alarum. Another Part of the Field. 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. Enter PINDARUS. Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord! Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off. Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titi Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire? Cas. Cas. What news? Pin. Titinius is Enclosed round about with horsemen, that They shout for joy. Cas. [Shout. 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, Thou should'st attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath! Now be a freeman; and, with this good sword, [Dies. Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been, Durst I have done my will. will. O Cassius! Far from this country Pindarus shall run, Where never Roman shall take note of him. Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. [Exit. Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. Tit. All disconsolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. O my heart! 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? Tit. [Exit MESSALA. And bid me give 't 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. the Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius! Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these? |