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 courage: But 't is not so.

Oct. Marc Antony, shall we give sign of battle? Ant. No, Cæsar; we will answer on their charge. Make forth; the generals would have some words. Oct. Stir not until the signal.

Bru. Words before blows: is it so, countrymen? Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do.

Bru. O 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 shewed your teeth like apes, and fawned like
hounds,

And bowed like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet;
Whilst damnéd Casca, like a cur, behind,
Struck Cæsar on the neck. O you flatterers !
Cas. Flatterers! - Now, Brutus, thank your-
self:

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.
Look; I draw a sword against conspirators:
When think you that 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. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Young man, thou couldst not die more honorable.

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 shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath :

Now be a freeman; and with this good sword, That ran through Caesar's bowels, search this bosom.

Stand not to answer. Here, take thou the hilts:
And when my face is covered, as 't is now,
Guide thou the sword.- Cæsar, thou art revenged,
Even with the sword that killed thee! [Dies.

Pin. So, I am free yet would not so have been,

Durst I have done my will. O Cassius!

Titinius!

Where never Roman shall take note of him.

[Exit.

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 shew to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? O error, soon con-

ceived,

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.

Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; And mayst be honored, being Cato's son. 1st 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 honored in his death. 1st Sold. We must not. A noble prisoner! 2nd Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en.

1st Sold. I'll tell the news. Here come the general:

Enter ANTONY.

Brutus is ta'en; Brutus is ta'en, my lord.
Ant. Where is he?

Luc. 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!
When you do find him, or alive or dead,
He will be found like Brutus, like himself.