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As huge as bigh Olympus.
Cus. O ye immortal gods !
Enter Lucius, with wine and tapers.
Bru. Speak no more of her.-Give me a bowl Hated by one he loves; brav’d by his brother:
of wine :-.. Check'd like a bondman; all his faults obsery'd, In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius. [Drinks. Set in a pote-book, learn’d and conn'd by rote, Cas My beart is thirsty for that noble pledge: To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
Fill, Lucius, till the wine o’erswell the cup ;
Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA.
Bru. Come in, Titinius :-Welcome, good Mes-
Cas. Portia, art thou gone ? Than ever thou lov’dst Cassius.
No more, I pray you.Bru.
Sheath your dagger: | Messala, I have here received letters, o
| Bending their expedition toward Philippi. That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
Mes.Myself have letters of the self-same tenor. Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
Had you your letters from your wife, my lord ? And straight is cold again.
Biu. No, Messala. Cas.
Hath Cassius liv'd Mes. Nothing in your letters writ of her ? To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
Bru. Nothing, Messala. When grief, and blood ill-teniper'd, vexeth him ?
That, methinks, is strange. Bru. When I spoke that I was ill-temper'd too. Bru. Why ask you? Hear you aught of her Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your
in yours? hand.
Mes. No, my lord. Bru. And my heart too.
Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. O Brutus !
Mes. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell :
What's the matter? | For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me Bru. Why, farewell, Portia.- We must die, When that rash humour which my mother gave me
Messala : Makes me forgetful.
With ineditating that she must die once, Bru. Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth, I have the patience to endure it now. When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, Mes. Even so great men great losses should He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
Cas. I have as much of this in art as you, Enter Lucilius and TITINIUS.
But yet my nature could not bear it so. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
Bru. Well, to our work alive. What do you Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.
think Cas. And come yourselves, and bring Messala Of marching to Philippi presently? with you,
Cas. I do not think it good. Immediately to us.
Your reason : [Exeunt LUCILIUs and TITINIUS.
Lucius, a bowl of wine. 'Tis better that the enemy seek us : Cas. I did not think you could have been so So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, angry.
Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still, Bru. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs. Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness.
Cas. Of your philosophy you make no use, Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to If you give place to accidental evils.
better. Bru. No man bears sorrow better.-Portia is the people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground, dead.
Do stand but in a forc'd affection; Cas. Ha! Portia ?
For they have grudg'd us contribution: Bru. She is dead.
The enemy, marching along by them, Cas. How 'scap'd I killing when I cross'd you By them shall make a fuller number up, 80?
Come on refresh’d, new-added, and encourag'd; O insupportable and touching loss !
From which advantage shall we cut him off, Upon what sickness ?
If at Philippi we do face bim there,
Impatient of my absence; | These people at our back.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Is bound in shallows and in miseries. Bru. Even so.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
This it is; And we must take the current when it serves, Good night, Titinius :-Noble, noble Cassius, Or lose our ventures.
Good night, and good repose. Cas.. . Then, with your will, go on : Cas.
O my dear brother! We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi. This was an ill beginning of the night :
Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk, Never come such division 'tween our souls ! And nature must obey necessity;
Let it not, Brutus. Which we will niggard with a little rest.
Everything is well.
Cas. Good night, my lord.
Good night, good brother. Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.
Tit., Mes. Good night, lord Brutus. Bru. Lucius, my gown. [Exit Lucius.] Fare Bru,
Farewell, every one. well, good Messala ;.
SCENE.— The Plains of Philippi. | Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble
Roman, Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army.
That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome: • Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered. He bears too great a mind. But this same day You said the enemy would not come down, Must end that work the ides of March begun; But keep the hills and upper regions ;
And whether we shall meet again I know not. It proves not so: their battles are at hand; Therefore our lasting farewell take :They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
For ever and for ever, farewell, Cassius! Answering before we do demand of them.
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;" : Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know If not, why then this parting was well made. Wherefore they do it: they could be content Cas. For ever and for ever, farewell, Brutus ! To visit other places; and come down
If we do meet again, we'll smile, indeed; With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face, If not, 'tis true this parting was well made, To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage ; | Bru. Why then, lead on.-0, that a man mig! But 'tis not so.
The end of this day's business ere it come!
But it sufficeth that the day will end,
And then the end is known.-Come, ho! away! The enemy comes on in gallant show;
SCENE.— The same. The Field of Battle. Their bloody sign of battle is hung out, And something to be done immediately.
Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and Messala. Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride and give these Upon the left hand of the even field."
bills Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left. Tinta
tt. Unto the legions on the other side: ; Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent?
Loud alarum. Oct. I do not cross you; but I will do so.
| Let them set on at once ; for I perceive [March. But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing,
And sudden push gives them the overthrow. Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and others.
[Exeunt. Cas. Now, most noble Brutus,
cus, | SCENE. — The same. Another part of the 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, Alarum. Enter Cassius and TITINIUS. Let's reason with the worst that may befall. Cas, 0, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! If we do lose this battle, then is this
Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy; The very last time we shall speak together ; This ensign here of mine was turning back; What are you then determined to do?
I slew the coward, and did take it from bim. Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy
Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early : By which I did blame Cato for the death
Who, having some advantage on Octavius,
Whilst we by Antony are all enclos'd.
Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; That governs us below.
| Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord ! Cas.
Then, if we lose this battle, Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fis far off. You are contented to be led in triumph
Cas. This hill is far enough. 'Look, look, TitiThrough the streets of Rome?
Are those my tents where I perceive the fire ? Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this Tit. They are, my lord.
Titinius, if thou lov’st me, o bateful error, melancholy's child ! Mount thou my borse, and bide thy spurs in him, Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops, The things that are not ? And here again ; that I may rest assur'd
Tit. Wbat, Pindarus! Where art thou, PinWhether yond' troops are friend or enemy.
darus? Tit. I will be bere again, even with a thought. Mes. Seek him, Titinius; whilst I go to meet
[Exit. | The noble Brutus, thrusting this report Cas Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill; Into his ears: I may say, thrusting it; My sight was ever thick ; regard Titinius, For piercing steel, and darts envenomed, And tell me what thou not'st about the field. Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus
[Exit PINDARUS. As tidings of this sight. This day I breathed first: time is come round, Tit.
Hie you, Messala, And where I did begin there shall I end; And I will seek for Pindarus the while. My life is run his compass. — Sirrah, what news?
[Exit MESSALA. Pin. ( Above.] O my lord !
Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius ? Cas. What news?
Did I not meet thy friends ? and did not they Pin. Titinius is enclosed round about
Put on my brows this wreath of victory, With borsemen that make to him on the spur, And bid me give't thee? Didst thou not bear their Yet he spurs on.- Now they are almost on him;
shouts ? Now, Titinius !-Now some light ;-0, he 'lights Alas, thou hast misconstrued everything. too :
But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow; He's ta’en ;-and hark! they shout for joy. Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I
[Shout. Will do his bidding.-- Brutus, come apace, Cus. Come down, behold no more.
And see how I regarded Caius Cassius. 0, coward that I am, to live so long,
By your leave, gods:- This is a Roman's part: To see my best friend ta’en before my face ! Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.
[Dies. Enter PINDARUS.
Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young Come hither, sirrab ;
Cato, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS. In Parthia did I take thee prisoner;
Bru. Where, where, Messala, dotb his body lie? And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
Mes. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it. That whatsoever I did bid thee do
Bru. Titinius' face is upward. Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine Cato.
He is slain. oath!
Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! Now, be a freeman; and, with this good sword, Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this In our own proper entrails. [Low alarums. bosom.
Brave Titinius! Stand not to answer: Here, take thou the hilts; Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius ! And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,
Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these? Guide thou the sword.-Cæsar, thou art reveng’d, The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! Even with the sword that kill'd thee. Dies. It is impossible that ever Rome
Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been, Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more Durst I have done my will. O Cassius!
tears Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
To this dead man than you shall see me pay.Where never Roman shall take note of him. | I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.
[Exit. Come, therefore, and to Thassos send his body;
His funerals shall not be in our camp,
Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on :-
l'is three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night Tit. These tidings will well confort Cassius. We shall try fortune in a second fight. [Exeunt. Mes. Where did you leave him?
SCENE.- Another part of the Field. Tit.
All disconsolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this bill.
Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, Mes. Is not that he that lies upon the ground ?
and VOLUMNIUS. Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart ! Bru. . Come, poor remains of friends, rest on Mes. Is not that he ?
this rock. Tit.
No, this was he, Messala, Cli. Statilius slow'd the torchlight; but, my But Cassius is no more.-0 setting sun !
lord, As in thy red rays thou dost sink to night, He came not back; he is or ta’en or slain. So in his red blood Cassius' day is set;
Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: Slaying is the The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone;
word; Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.done!
[Whispering. Blistrust of my success bath done this deed.
Cli. What, I, my lord ? No, not for all the world.
Bru. Peace, then, no words.
| I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. Come hither, good Volumnius: list a word.
[He runs on his sword, and dies. Vol. What says my lord ? Bru.
Why, this, Volumnius : | Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY. I know my hour is come.
Messala, LUCILIUS, and their army.
Oct. What man is that?
master? It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,
Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,
Messala; Thou know'st that we two went to school together; | The conquerors can but make a fire of him; Even for that our love of old, I prithee,
| For Brutus only overcame himself, Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. And no man else hath honour by his death. Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. Luc. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee,
Brutus, Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. Bru. Farewell to you-and you ;-and you, Oct. All that servd Brutus, I will entertain Volumnius.
them. Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Farewell to thee too, Strato.-Countrymen,
Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. My heart doth joy that yet, in all my life,
Oct. Do so, good Messala. I found no man but he was true to me.
How died my master, Strato ? I shall have glory by this losing day,
Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. More than Octavius and Mark Antony
Mes, Octavius, then take him to follow thee, By this vile conquest shall attain unto.
That did the latest service to my master. So, fare you well at once ; for Brutus' tongue Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them Hath almost ended his life's history: Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would All the conspirators, save only he, rest,
| Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar; That have but labour'd to attain this hour. He only, in a general honest thought,
[Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, fly! And common good to all, made one of them. Cli. Fly, my lord, ily!
His life was gentle ; and the elements
[Exeunt ClI., DAR., and Vol. And say to all the world, “This was a man!” I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord.
Oct. According to his virtue let us use Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
bim, Thy lifi hath had some snatch of honour in it: With all respect and rites of burial. Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face, Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie, While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.Slra. Give me your hand first: Fare you well, So call the field to rest ; and let's away, my lord.
To part the glories of this happy day. Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cæsar, now be
| PHILIP, King of France. Prince HENRY, son to King John ; afterwards LEWIS, the Dauphin. King Henry III.
Archduke of AUSTRIA.
Duke of Bretagne, the elder brother of MELUN, a French lord.
CHATILLON, ambassador from France to King WILLIAM MARESHALL, Earl of Pembroke.
John. GEFFREY FITZ-PETER, Earl of Essex, chief jus- ELINOR, the widow of King Henry II., and mother ticiary of England.
Of King John. WILLIAM LONGSWORD, Earl of Salisbury. CONSTANCE, mother to Arthur. ROBERT BIGOT, Earl of Norfolk.
BLANCH, daughter to Alphonso, King of Castile, HUBERT DE BURGH, chamberlain to the King.
and niece to King John. PHILIP FAULCONBRIDGE, bastard son to King Richard I.
SCENE.-SOMETIMES IN ENGLAND ; SOMETIMES IN FRANCE,
SCENE.-Northampton. A Room of State in | Thy nephew and right royal sovereign, the Palace.
K. John. What follows if we disallow of this ?
Chat. The proud control of fierce and bloody Enter King JOHN, Queen ELINOR, PEMBROKE,
war, Essex, SALISBURY, and others, with CHATILLON. To enforce
TILLON. To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld. King John. Now say, Chatillon, what would K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood France with us ?
for blood, Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the King of Controlment for controlment : so answer France. France,
Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my In my behaviour, to the majesty,
mouth, The borrow'd majesty of England here.
The farthest limit of my embassy. Eli. A strange beginning;-borrowed majesty! K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in K. John, Silence, good mother; hear the embassy.
| Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France : Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf For ere thou canst report I will be there, Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son,
| The thunder of my cannon shall be heard : Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath, To this fair island, and the territories;
And sullen presage of your own decay. To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine : | An honourable conduct let him have :Desiring thee to lay aside the sword,
Pembroke, look to't: Farewell, Chatillon. Which sways usurpingly these several titles ;
[Exeunt. And put the same into young Arthur's hand,
SCENE.----France. Before the walls of Angiers. And fought the holy wars in Palestine,
oma By this brave duke came early to his grave : Forces ; on the other, PAILIP, King of France,
in And, for amends to his posterity, and Forces ; LEWIS, CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, and At our importance hither has he come, Attendants.
To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf;
And to rebuke the usurpation Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria. Of thy unnatural uncle, English John; Arthur, that great forerunner of thy blood, Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. Richard, that robb’d the lion of his heart,
Arth. God shall forgive you Caur-de-Lion's