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As we were fickly Prey; their fhadows feem
A Canopy molt fatal, under which

Our Army lies, ready to give up the Ghost.
Mef. Believe not fo.

Caf. I but believe it partly;

For I am fresh of Spirit, and refolv'd
To meet all Peril, very conftantly.
Bru. Even fo, Lucius.

Caf. Now moft Noble Brutus,

The Gods to Day ftand friendly; that we may
Lovers in Peace, lead on our Days to Age.
But fince the Affairs of Men reft ftill incertain,
Let's reafon with the worst that may befall.
If we do lofe this Battel, then is this
The very laft time we fhall fpeak together?
What are you then determined to do?

Brs. Even by the rule of that Philofophy,
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, fo to prevent
The time of Life, arming my felf with patience,
To ftay the Providence of fome high Powers,
That govern us below.

Caf. Then if we lofe this Battel,

You are contented to be led in triumph,
Through the Streets of Rome.

Bru. No, Caffius, no; think not, thou noble Roman,
That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome,
He bears too great a Mind. But this fame Day
Muft end that Work, the Ides of March begun.
And whether we fhall meet again, I know not;
Therefore our everlasting farewel take;
For ever, and for ever, farewel, Caffius;
If we do meet again, why, we fhall fmile,
If not, why then, this parting was well made.
Caf. For ever, and for ever, farewel, Brutus;
If we do meet again, we'll file indeed;
If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made.

Bru.

Bru. Why then lead on. O that a Man might know
The end of this Day's Bufinefs, e'er it come;
But it fufficeth, that the Day will end,
And then the end is known. Come ho, away.

Alarum. Enter Brutus and Meffala.

[Exeunt.

[Loud Alarum.

Bru. Ride, ride, Meffala, ride and give thefe Bills
Unto the Legions, on the other fide.
Let them fet on at once; for I perceive
But cold demeanor in Octavio's Wing;
And fudden pufh gives them the overthrow.
Ride, ride, Meffala, let them all come down.

Alarums. Enter Caffius and Titinius.
Caf. O look, Titinius, look, the Villains fly!
My felf have to mine own turn'd Enemy;
This Enfign here of mine was turning back,
I flew the Coward, and did take it from him.
Tit. O Caffius, Brutus gave the word too early,
Who having fome advantage on Octavius
Took it too eagerly; his Soldiers fell to spoil,
Whilft we by Antony are all inclos'd.

Enter Pindarus.

Pind. Fly further off my Lord, fly further off,
Mark Antony is in your Tents, my Lord;
Fly therefore, Noble Caffius, fly far off.

Caf. This Hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius,
Are thofe my Tents where I perceive the Fire?
Tit. They are, my Lord.

Caf. Titinius, if thou loveft me,

Mount thou my Horfe, and hide thy Spurs in him,
'Till he have brought thee up to yonder Troops,
And here again, that I may reft affur'd,
Whether yond Troops are Friend or Enemy.

Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought.
Caf. Go, Pindarus, get thither on that Hill,

My fight was ever thick; regard Titinius,
And tell me what thou not'ft about the Field.
This Day I breathed firft, time is come round,
And where I did begin, there fhall I end,

My Life is run his Compafs. Sirrah, what News?

Excunt.

[Exit.

Pind. above. O, my Lord!
Caf. What News?

Pind. Titinius is enclofed round about

With Horsemen, that make to him on the Spur,

Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him;
Now Titinius! Now fome Light-
He's ta'en

And hark, they fhout for Joy.

Ohe lights too

[Shout.

Caf. Come down, behold no more; O Coward that I am, to live fo 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 fwore thee, faving of thy Life,

That whatsoever I did bid thee do,

Thou shouldft attempt it. Come now, keep thine Oath,
Now be a Freeman, and with tais good Sword
That ran through Cafar's Bowels, fearch this Bofom.
Stand not to answer; here, take thou the Hilts,
And when my Face is cover'd, as 'tis now,"
Guide thou the Sword Cafar 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,
Durft I have done my Will. O Caffius,
Far from this Country Pindarus (hall run,
Where never Roman shall take Note of him.

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Enter Titinius, and Meffala.

Mef. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Is overthrown by Noble Brutus Powers

As Caffius Legions are by Antony.

Tit. Thefe Tidings will well comfort Caffius.
Mef. Where did you leave him?

Tit. All difconfolate,

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, Meffala,

But Caffius is no more. O fetting Sun!

As in thy red Rays thou doft fink to Night,

[Exit.

So

So in his red Blood Caffius Day is fet;
The Son of Rome is fet. Our Day is gone,

Clouds, Dews, and Dangers come; our Deeds are done; Mifruft of my Succefs hath done this Decd.

Mes. Mistrust 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 are not? O Error foon conceiv'd,
Thou never com'it unto a happy Birth,

But kill'ft the Mother that engendred thee.
Tit. What Pindarus? Where art thou, Pindarus?
Mef. Seek him, Titinius, whilft I go to meet
The Noble Brutus, thrufting this report
Into his Ears; I may fay, thrufting it;
For piercing Steel, and Darts invenomed
Shall be as welcome to the Ears of Brutus,
As tydings of this fight.

Tit. Hye you, Messala,

And I will feek for Pindarus the while.
Why didft thou fend me forth, brave Caffius?
Did I not meet thy Friends, and did not they
Put on my Brows this wreath of Victory,

And bid me give it thee? Didft thou not hear their Shouts?
Alas, thou haft misconstrued every thing.

But hold thee, take this Garland on thy Brow.
Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I
Will do his bidding. Brutus come apace,
And fee how I regarded Cains Caffius.

By your leave, Gods—This is a Roman's part,

Come Caffius Sword, and find Titinius Heart.

[Stabs himself. [Dies.

Alarum. Enter Brutus, Meffala, young Cato, Strato,
Volumnius, and Lucilius.

Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his Body lye?
Mef. Lo yonder, and Titinius mourning it.
Bru. Titinius 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.

[Low Alarums.

Cato.

Cato. Brave Titinius!

Look where he have not crown'd dead Caffius.
Bru. Are yet two Romans living fuch as these?
Thou laft of all the Romans, fare thee well;
It is impoffible that ever Rome

Should breed thy Fellow. Friends, I owe more Tears
To this dead Man, than you fhall fee me pay.
I fhall find time, Caffius, I fhall find time-
Come therefore, and to Tharfus fend his Body,
His Funerals fhall not be in our Camp,
Left it discomfort us. Lucilius come,
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 fecond fight..

[Exeunt. Alarum. Enter Brutus, Meffala, Cato, Lucilius, and Flavius.

Bru. Yet Countrymen, O yet, hold up your Heads. Cato. What Baftard 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, and my Country's Friend.

I am the Son of Marcus Cate, ho.

Enter Soldiers and fight.

Bru, And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I

Brutus my Country's Friend; know me for Brutus.
Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down?
Why now thou dieft as bravely as Titinius,
And may'ft be honour'd being Cato's Son.
Sold. Yield, or thou dieft.

Luc. Only I yield to die;

There is fo much, that thou wilt kill me straight;
Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his Death.

Sold. We muft not; a Noble Prisoner.

Enter Antony.

2 Sold. Room ho! tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en: 1 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 fafe enough.

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