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As we were sickly Prey; their shadows feema
A Canopy molt fatal, under which
Our Army lies, ready to give up the Ghost.
Mef. Believe not so.
Cal. I but believe it partly ;
For I am fresh of Spirit, and resolvid
To meet all Peril, very constantly.
Bru. Even so, Lucius.
Cas. Now most Noble Brutus,
The Gods to Day stand friendly; that we may
Lovers in Peace, lead on our Days to Age.
But since the Affairs of Men rest still incertain,
Let's reason witb the worst that may befall.
If we do lose this Battel, then is this
The very last time we shall speak together
What are you then determined to do 3
Bru. Even by the rule of that Philosophy,
By which I did blame Cato, for the Death
Which he did give himself, I know not how;
But I do find it cowardly, and vile,
For fear of what might fall, so to prevent
The time of Life, armóng my self with patience,
To stay the Providence of some high Powers,
That gavern us below.
Caf. Then if we lose this Battel,
You are contented to be led in triumph,
Through the Streets of Rome.
Bru. No, Cassius,no; think not, thou noble Roman,
That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome,
He bears too great a Mind. But this fame Day
Mult end that Work, the Ides of March begun.
And whether we shall meet again, I know not ;
Therefore our everlasting farewel take;
For ever, and for ever, farewel, Cassius;
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile,
If not, why then, this parting was well made.
Caf. For ever, and for ever, farewel, Brutus;
If we do mect again, we'll smile indeed;
If not, 'cis true, this parting was well made.
Bru. Why then lead on. O that a Man might know The end of this Day's Business, e'er it come; But it suficeth, that the Day will end, And then the end is known. Come ho, away. [Exeunt.
Alarum. Enter Brutus and Messala.
Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride and give these Bills
Unto the Legions, on the other side. [ Lond Alarum.
Let them set on at once; for 1 perceive
But cold demeanor in Oétavio's Wing;
And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
Ride, ride, Meffala, let them all come down. Excunt.
Alar ums. Enter Caffius and Titinius.
Cas. O look, Titinius, look, the Villains fly!
My self have to mine own turn’d Enemy;
This Ensign here of mine was turning back,
I lew the Coward, and did take it from him.
Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early,
Who having some advantage on Oetavius
Took it too eagerly; his Soldiers fell to spoil,
Whilst we by Antony are all inclos’d.
Pind. Fly further off my Lord, fly further off,
Mark Antony is in your Tents, my Lord;
Fly therefore, Noble Cassius, fly far off.
Caf. This Hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius,
Are those my Tents where I perceive the Fire?
Tit. They are, my Lord.
Caf. Titinius, if thou lovest me,
Mount thou my Horse, and hide thy Spurs in him,
'Till he have brought thee up to yonder Troops,
And here again, that I may rest aflurd,
Whether yond Troops are Friend or Enemy.
Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. [Exit.
Caf. Go, Pindarus, get thither on that Hill,
My fight was ever thick; regard Titinius,
And tell me what thou not'st about the Field.
This Day I breathed first, time is come round,
And where I did begin, there faall I end,
My Life is run his Compass. Sirrah, what News?
Pind. above, O, my Lord!
Caf. What News?
Pind. Titinius is enclosed round about
With Horsemen, that make to him on the Spur,
Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him ;
Now Titinius! Now some Ligle Oh: lights too
Caf. 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 shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine Oath, Now be a Freeman, and with tois good Sword That ran through Cefar's Bowels, search this Bosom. Stand not to answer; here, take thou the Hilti, And when my Face is cover'd, as 'tis now, Guide thou the Sword Cesar thou art reveng'd, Even with the Sword that kill'd thee. [Kills himself.
Pin. So, I am free, yet would not fo have been,
Durst I have done my Will. O Casius;
Far from this Country Pindarus (hall run,
Where never Roman Thall take Note of him. (Exir.
Enter Titinius, and Melala.
Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Qetavius
Is overthrown by Noble Brutus Power,
As Cassius Legions are by Antony.
Tit. These Tidings will well comfort Caffius.
Mes. Where did you leave him?
Tit. All disconsolate,
With Pindarus his Bondman, on this Hill.
Mef. Is not that he that lyes upon the Ground?
Tit. He lyes not like the Living. O my Heart!
Mef. Is not that he?
Tit. No, this was he, Meljala,
But Caffius is no more. O setting Sun!
As in thy red Rays thou dost fink to Night,
So in his red Blood Casins Day is set ;
The Son of Rome is set. Our Day is gore,
Clouds, Dews, and Dangers come ; our Deeds are done;
Mitrust of ny Succels hath done this Decd.
Mes. Miltrust of good Success hath done this Deed.
O hateful Error, Melancholy's Child !
Why doft thou shew to the apt thoughts of Men,
The things that a e not? O Error foon conceivid,
Thou never com'it unto a happy Birth,
But kill'st the Mother that engendred thee.
Tit. What Pindarus ? Where are thou, Pindarus ?
Mes. Setk him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet
The Noble Brutus, thrusting this report
Inco bis Ears; I may say, thrusting it;
For piercing Steel, and Darts invenomed
Shall be as welcome to the Ears of Brutus,
As tydings of this fight.
Tit. Hye you, Mellala,
And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassins ?
Did I not meer thy Friends, and did not they
Put on my Brows this wreath of Vi&tory,
And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their Shouts?
Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing.
But bold thee, take this Garland on thy Brow.
Thy Brutus bid me give it thre, and I
Will do his bidding. Brutus come apace,
And see how I regarded Caius Caffius.
By your leave, Gods—This is a Roman's part,
[Stabs himself. Come Cassins Sword, aod find Titinius Heart. [Dies. Alarum. Enter Brutus, Mefjala, young Cato, Scrato,
Volumnius, and Lucilius.
Bru. Where, where, Meffala, doth his Body lye?
Mes. Lo yonder, and Titinius mourning it.
Bru. Titinims Face is upward.
Cato. He is flain.
Bru. O Julius Cafar, thou art mighty yet,
Thy Spirit walks abroad, and turns our Swords
In our own proper Entrails,
Cato. Brave Titinius!
Look where he have not crown'd dead Caflius.
Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these?
Thou last of all the Romans, fare thee well;
It is impossible that ever Rome
Şhould breed thy Fellow. Friends, I owe more Tears
To this dead Man, than you shall see me pay.
I shall find time, Caffius, I shall find time
Come therefore, and to Tharsus send his Body,
His Funerals shall not be in our Camp,
Left it discomfort us.
And come, young Cato, let us to the Field,
Labio and Fluvius, let our Battels on;
'Tis three a Clock, and, Romans, yet e'er Night,
We shall try Fortune in a second fight.
[Exeunt. Alarum. Enter Brutus, Meflala, Cato, Lucilius, and
Bru. Yet Countrymen, O yer, 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, aod my Country's Friend.
I am the Son of Marcus Cato, ho.
Enter Soldiers and fight.
Bru, And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutas, I
Brutus my Country's Friend; koow me for Brutus.
Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down?
Why now thou dieft as bravely as Titinius,
A d may'st be honour'd being Cato's Son.
Sold. Yield, or thou diest.
Luc. Only I yield to die;
There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight;
Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his Death.
Sold. We must not; a Noble Prisoner.
2 Sold. Room ho! tell Antony, Brutus is ta’en.
I Sold. I'll tell thee News, 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.