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Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,
Dash him to pieces!
Cus. I denied you not.
Bru. You did.
Cus. I did not :-he was but a fool,
That brought my answer back.-Brutus hath riv'd my heart:
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me. Cas. You love me not.
Bru. I do not like your faults.
Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.
Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
As huge as high Olympus.
Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius! [come, 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, [rote, Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by To cast unto 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 Cesar; for, I know, When thou didst hate him worse, thou lov'dst him better
Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius.
Bru. Sheath your dagger:
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
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
Bru. Even so.
Cas. O ye immortal gods!
Enter LUCIUS, with Wine and Tapers. Bru. Speak no more of her.-Give me a bowl of wine :
In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.
Cus. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge:
Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup; I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love.
Cas. Cicero one?
Mess. Ay, Cicero is dead,
And by that order of proscription.
Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?
Mes. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?
Mes. That, methinks, is strange.
Bru. Every thing is well.
Cas. Good night, my lord.
Bru. Good night, good brother.
[Exeunt CAS. TIT. and MES.
Re-enter LUCIUS, with the Gown.
Bru. Why ask you? Hear you aught of her Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
Mes. No, my lord.
Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me
Mes. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell: For certain she is dead, and by strange man
Bru. Why, farewell, Portia.-We must die,
With meditating that she must die once,"
Mes. Even so great men great losses should
Cas. I have as much of this in artt as you,
Bru. Well, to our work alive. What do you
Bru. Your reason?
Cas. This it is:
'Tis better, that the enemy seek us:
Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place
The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground,
From which advantage shall we cut him off,
Cas. Hear me, good brother.
Bru. Under your pardon.-You must note
That we have tried the utmost of our friends,
Cas. Then, with your will, go on; [lippi.
Cas. No more. Good night;
Good night, Titinius :-Noble, noble Cassius,
Cas. O my dear brother!
This was an ill beginning of the night:
Luc. Here in the tent.
Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-
Call Claudius, and some other of my men;
Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS.
Bru. I pray you, Sirs, lie in my tent, and
It may be, I shall raise you by and by
Var. So please you, we will stand, and
Bru. I will not have it so: lie down, good
It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me.
[SERVANTS lie down.
Luc. I was sure, your lordship did not give it me.
Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much
Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy
I know, young bloods look for a time of rest.
Bru. It is well done; and thou shalt sleep
I will not hold thee long: if I do live,
I will be good to thee. [Music, and a Song.
Enter the GHOST of CESAR.
I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes,
Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
SCENE I.-The Plains of Philippi. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army. Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered: You said, the enemy would not come down, But keep the hills and upper regions; It proves not so; their battles are at hand; They mean to warn us at Philippi here, Answering before we do demand of them..
Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know Wherefore they do it: they could be content To visit other places; and come down With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face, To fasten in our thoughts that they have courBut 'tis not so.
Enter a MESSENGER.
Mess. Prepare you, generals: The enemy comes on in gallant show; Their bloody sign of battle is hung out, And something to be done immediately.
Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on, Upon the left hand of the even field.
Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left.
Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent? Oct. I do not cross you; but I will do so.
Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, und others.
Bru. They stand, and would have parley. Cas. Stand fast, Titinius: We must out and talk.
Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?
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. O, yes, and soundless too;
Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers
Hack'd one another in the sides of Cesar: You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds, [feet; And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cesar's Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind, Struck Cesar on the neck. O flatterers!
Cas. Flatterers!-Now, Brutus, thank your
This tongue had not offended so to-day,
Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing
The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
I draw a sword against conspirators;
Never, till Cesar's three and twenty wounds
I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such
Join'd with a masker and a reveller.
Oct. Come, Antony; away.
Defiance, traitors, hurl* we in your teeth:
[Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their
Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. and swim, bark!
Upon one battle all our liberties.
Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us,
Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.
Cas. I but believe it partly;
For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd
Cus. Now, most noble Brutus,
The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may,
Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy,
Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off;
Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Ti-
Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire?
Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in
Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill;
pa-And where I did begin, there I shall end;,
To stay the providence of some high powers,
Cas. Then, if we lose this battle,
Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble
That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;
If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
The end of this day's business, ere it come!
Unto the legions on the other side:
Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
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!
Thou never com'st unto a happy birth,
Mes. Seek him, Titinius: whilst I go to meet
Tit. Hie you, Messala,
And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing.
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:-
[Charges the Enemy. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, 1; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus.
[Exit, charging the Enemy.
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.-Here comes the general: