Bru. Well; Then I shall see thee again? Ghost. Ay, at Philippi. [GHOST vanishes. Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then.Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest: Ill spirit, 1 would hold more talk with thee.Boy! Lucius!-Varro! Claudius! Sirs, aClaudius! [wake! Luc. The strings, my lord, are false. Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instruucius, awake. [ment.Luc. My lord! Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so cry'dst out? Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. Bru. Yes, that thou didst: Didst thou see any thing? Luc. Nothing, my lord. Bru. Sleep again, Lucius.-Sirrah, ClauFellow thou! awake. Var. My lord. Clau. My lord. [dius! Bru. Why did you so cry out, Sirs, in your sleep? Var. Clau. Did we, my lord? Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother Bid him set on his powers betimes before, Var. Clau. It shall be done, my lord. ACT V. [Exeunt. SCENE 1.-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. [age; 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. [March. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and 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? * Summon. gain?— Never, till Cesar's three and twenty wounds I was not born to die on Brutus' sword. Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour, Join'd with a masker and a reveller. Ant. Old Cassius still! Oct. Come, Antony; away.— Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth: [Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and therr Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; and swim, bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. Lucilius; hark, a word with you. BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart. Cas. Messala,— Mes. What says my general? Cas. Messala, This is my birth-day; as this very day [sala: * Throw. 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 partiy; 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, 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! Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these billst 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. Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. [Exeunt. Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. Tit. No, this was he, Messala, 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. LIUS. 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. CATO is 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. Dar. To kill him, Clitus: Look, he medi- | Hold then my sword, and rn away thy face tates. 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: The ghost of Cesar hath appear'd to me Two several times by night: at Sardis, once; Vol. Not so, my lord. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Our enemies have beat us to the pit: It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, [gether; Thou know'st, that we two went to school toEven for that our love of old, I pray thee, 1 Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. [Alarum still. C. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. Bru. Farewell to you ;-and you;—and you, Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; [Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, fly. Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. Bru. Hence; I will follow thee. [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and NIUS. While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? Stra. Give me your hand first: Fare you well, my lord. Bru. Farewell, good Strato.—Cesar, now be still: I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy master? Stra. Free from the bondage you are in The conquerors can but make a fire of him; Luc. So Brutus should be found.-I thank thee, Brutus, That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain them.* Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Stru. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. Oct. Do so, Messala. Mes. How died my master, Strato? Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master. [all: Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them Oct. According to his virtue let us use him, 1 pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thự lựa ch us some smatch of honour in it: |