O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb, Cus. Hath Cassius liv'd To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, Cas. O Brutus ! Bru. What's the matter? [hand. Cas. Have not you love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour, which my mother gave Makes me forgetful? [me, Bru. Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth, Luc. [within.] You shall not come to them. Enter Poet. 15 20 25 Cas. How now? What's the matter? [mean? Cas. Ha, ha; how vilely doth this cynic rhime! [fools What should the wars do with these jigging Cas. Away, away, begone. 35 [Exit Poet. 40 Enter Lucilius, and Titinius. Bru. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders Prepare to lodge their companies to-night. Cas. And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you 1451 Bru. Even so. Cas. O ye immortal gods! Enter Lucius, with wine, Bru. Speak no more of her.of wine: In this I bury all unkindness, C Cas. My heart is thirsty for tha Mes. That by proscription, and Bru. Therein our letters do no Mes. Cicero is dead, Mes. Nor nothing in your lette Mes. That, inethinks, is strang Bru. Now, as you are a Roman With meditating that she must die Cas. How 'scap'd I killing, when I cross'd you Bru. Impatient of my absence; And grief, that young Octavius with Mark Antony 60 Have made themselves so strong;-for with her death 1i. c. fellow. Cas. This it is: 'Tis better, that the enemy seck us This circumstance is taken from Plutarch, and is also mentioned by V Pliny, however, reports her to have died at Rome of a lingering illness, while Brutus w 1 Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to better. The people, 'twixt Philippi, and this ground, Cas. Hear me, good brother. [side, And we must take the current when it serves, Bru. Bear with me, good boy; I am much f Can'st thou hold up thy heavy eyes a while, I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy mig I know, young bloods look for a time of rest. Luc. I have slept, my lord, already. [agai Bru. It was well done; and thou shalt sle I will not hold thee long: if I do live, I will be good to thee. [Musick, and a sor 15This is a sleepy tune:-O murd'rous slumber Lay'st thou thy leaden mace1 upon my boy, Thatplaystheemusick?--Gentle knave,good nig I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee. If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrumen 20 I'll take it from thee: and, good boy, good nig Let me see, let me see :-Is not the leaf turi Cas. Then, with your will, go on; we will along 25 Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk, Cas. No more. Good night: Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. Bru. Lucius, my gown. [Exit Luc.] Farewell, Good night, Titinius:-Noble, noble Cassius, Cas. O my dear brother! This was an ill beginning of the night: Never come such division 'tween our souls! Bru. Every thing is well. Cas. Good night, my lord. Bru. Good night, good brother. Tit. Mes. Good night, lord Brutus. Bru. Farewell, every one. Re-enter Lucius, with the gown. down, Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. [He sits down to rec Enter the Ghost of Cæsar. How ill this taper burns!-Ha! who comes her I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous apparition. It comes upon me: Art thou any thing? 30 Art thou some god, some angel, or some devi That mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to sta Speak to me, what thou art. 35 Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. Bru. Why coms't thou? Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Philip [Exit Gho Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then.Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest: 40 Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.— Boy! Lucius!-Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awak Claudius! Luc. The strings, my lord, are false. [Exeunt. 45 Lucius, awake. Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument? Luc. Here in the tent. Bru. What; thou speak'st drowsily? Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-50 watch'd. Luc. My lord! Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou cry'dst out? Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry Bru. Yes, that thou didst: Didst thou see a thing? SCENE I. The Plains of Philippi. A CTV. You said, the enemy would not come down, Enter a Messenger. Mes. Prepare you, generals: [March. And bow'd like bondmen, kis Cas. Flatterers! Now, Brut 5 This tongue had not offended If Cassius might have rul’d. Octa. Come, come, the caus The proof of it will turn to red Look, I draw a sword against 10 When think you that the sword Never, 'till Cæsar's three-andBe well aveng'd; or 'till anoth Have added slaughter to the s Bru.Cæsar,thou can'st not die 15 Unless thou bring'st them with Octa. So I hope; 20 25 Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their Army; 30 Bru. They stand, and would have parley. Bru. Words before blows: Is it so, country- Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart, Cas. Antony, The posture of your blows are yet unknown; Ant. Not stingless too. Bru. O, yes, and soundless too; Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar: I was not born to die on Brutus If able. Cas. A peevish school-boy, honour, Join'd with a masker and a rev Mes. What says my general? This is my birth-day; as this ve For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd Cas. Now, most noble Brutus, The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may, Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, Cas. Then, if we lose this battle, [Roman, Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; He bears too great a mind. But this same day Must end that work, the ides of March began; And whether we shall meet again, I know not. Therefore our everlasting farewell take:For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made. Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus! If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed; If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made. 5 15 Enter Pindarus: Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord: Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off. Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire? Cas. Titinius, if thou lov'st me, 10 Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in hi Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops And here again; that I may rest assur'd, Whether yon troops are friend or enemy. Tit. I will be here again, even with a thoug [Ex Cas. Go, Pindarus, get thither on that hill; My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius, And tell me what thou not'st about the field.[Exit Pindar 20 This day I breathed first: time is come round And, where I did begin, there shall I end: My life is run his compass.-Sirrah, what new Pind. [above.] O my lord! 25 Cas. 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 hir now, Titinius!-Now some 'light:-O, he 'lights to 30 He's ta'en;-and, hark, they shout for joy. [Sho Bru. Why then, lead on.- -O, that a man 35 The end of this day's business, ere it come! SCENE II. [Exeunt. Cas. Come down, behold no more.O, coward that I am, to live so long, To see my best friend ta'en before my face! Re-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, [oat 40 Thou should'st attempt it. Come now, keep th Now be a freeman; and, with this good sword That ran thro' Casar's bowels, search this boso Stand not to answer: Here, take thou the hil And when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now, Guide thou the sword.-Cæsar, thou art reveng Even with the sword that kill'd thee. 45 [D Pind. So, I am free; yet would not so have be Durst I have done my will. O Cassius! Far from this country Pindarus shall run, 50 Where never Roman shall take note of him. [E Re-enter Titinius, with Messala. 50 60 Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octaviu 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 that not he, that lies upon the groun Tit. He lies not like the living. O my hear Mes, Is not that he? Tit. No, this was he, Messala, So in his red blood Cassius' day is set; Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this O hateful error, melancholy's child! [deed. Why dost thou shew to the apt thoughts of men 10 The things that are not? O error, soon conceiv'd, Thou never com'st unto a happy birth, But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee. Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus? Mes. Seek him, Titinius; whilst I go to meet 15 The noble Brutus, thrusting this report Into his ears: I may say, thrusting it; For piercing steel, and darts envenomed, Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus, As tidings of this sight. Tit. Hie you, Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus the while. [Exit Mes. Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing. 20 A foc to tyrants, and my cou Bru. And I am Brutus, Ma Luc. O young and noble Ca Why, now thou dy'st as brave And may'st be honour'd being 1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest Luc. Only I yield to die: There is so much, that thou w Kill Brutus, and be honour'd ī 1 Sold. We must not.-A n 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Anto 1 Sold. I'll tell the news.general: Enter Antony Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en Ant. Where is he? Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus i 25I dare assure thee, that no ene: Shall ever take alive the noble The gods defend him from so When you do find him, or aliv He will be found like Brutus, I 30 [Dies. 35 Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, young Cato, Strato, Volumnius, and Lucilius. Bru.Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? Mes. Lo, yonder: and Titinius mourning it. Bru. Titinius' face is upward. Cato. He is slain. Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius! [tears 140 145 55 Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more 50 Another Part of the Field. Alarum. Enter Brutus, Cato, Lucilius, and others. Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet, hold up your heads! [me? 160 Ant.This is not Brutus, friend; A prize no less in worth: keep Give him all kindness: I had r Such men my friends, than ene And see whe'r Brutus be alive And bring us word, unto Octav How every thing is chanc'd. SCENE Another Part of the Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Cli Volumnius. Bru. Come, poor remains of fr rock. Cli. Statilius shew'd the torc He came not back, he is or ta'e Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: Sla It is a deed in fashion. Hark the Cli. What I, my lord? No, not Dar. O, Clitus! Chi. What ill request did Brutu Dar. To kill him, Clitus: Look Cli. Now is that noble vessel That it runs over even at his eye Bru. Come hither,good Volum Vol. What says my lord? Bru. Why, this, Volumnius: The ghost of Cæsar hath appear' Two several times by night: at S And, this last night, here in Phili Cato, What bastard doth not? Who will go with 65|I know, my hour is come. |