As huge as high Olympus. Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, For Cassius is a-weary of the world: Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother: Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observ'd, Set in a note-book, learn'd and conn'd by rote, To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep My spirit from mine eyes!-There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold: If that thou beest a Roman, take it forth; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart: Strike, as thou didst at Cæsar; for, I know, When thou didst hate him worst thou lov'dst him better Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius. Bru. Sheath your dagger: Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again. Cas. Hath Cassius liv'd To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him? Bru. When I spoke that I was ill-temper'd too. Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand. Bru. And my heart too. Cas. O Brutus !Bru. What's the matter? Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me When that rash humour which my mother gave me Makes me forgetful. Bru. Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so. Enter LUCILIUS and TITINIUS. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders Bru. [Exeunt LUCILIUS and TITINIUS. Lucius, a bowl of wine. Cas. I did not think you could have been so angry. Bru. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs. Cas. Of your philosophy you make no use, If you give place to accidental evils. Cus. O ye immortal gods! Enter LUCIUS, with wine and tapers. Bru. Speak no more of her.-Give me a bowl of wine: In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius. [Drinks. Bru. Come in, Titinius :-Welcome, good Mes sala. Now sit we close about this taper here, No more, I pray you.- Mes. Myself have letters of the self-same tenor. Had you your letters from your wife, my lord? Bru. No, Messala. Mes. Nothing in your letters writ of her? Mes. That, methinks, is strange. Bru. Why ask you? Hear you aught of her in yours? Mes. No, my lord. Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. Mes. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell : For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. Bru. Why, farewell, Portia.-We must die, Messala: With meditating that she must die once, Mes. Even so great men great losses should endure. Cas. I have as much of this in art as you, But yet my nature could not bear it so. Bru. Well, to our work alive. What do you think Of marching to Philippi presently? Bru. Cas. Your reason? 'Tis better that the enemy seek us : Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to Bru. No man bears sorrow better.-Portia is The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground, dead. Cas. Ha! Portia ? Bru. She is dead. Do stand but in a forc'd affection; For they have grudg'd us contribution: 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; SCENE.-The Plains of Philippi. ACT V. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army. Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know Mess. Enter a Messenger. Prepare you, generals: The enemy comes on in gallant show; Their bloody sign of battle is hung out, And something to be done immediately. Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on, Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left. [March. Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and others. Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome: The end of this day's business ere it come! SCENE.-The same. The Field of Battle. Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA. Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride and give these bills Unto the legions on the other side : [Loud alarum. Cas. Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy For fear of what might fall, so to prevent Cas. [Exeunt. Another part of the Alarum. Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS. Enter PINDARUS. Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titi- G Are those my tents where I perceive the fire? Cas Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill: Cas. What news? Come hither, sirrah; In Parthia did I take thee prisoner; And then I swore thee, saving of thy life, Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine Now, be a freeman; and, with this good sword, Stand not to answer: Here, take thou the hilts; Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. [Exit. Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. All disconsolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. Mes. Is not that he that lies upon the ground? gone; Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this O hateful error, melancholy's child! Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pin- Mes. Seek him, Titinius: whilst I go to meet Tit. Hie you, Messala, [Exit MESSALA. Alas, thou hast misconstrued everything. [Dies. Cato. He is slain. Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these? tears To this dead man than you shall see me pay.- SCENE.-Another part of the Field. Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. Cli. Statilius show'd the torchlight; but, my He came not back; he is or ta'en or slain. Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus. done! Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. [Whispering. Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world. Bru. Peace, then, no words. I know my hour is come. I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. Why, this, Volumnius: Alarum. Not so, my lord. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou seest 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, Thou know'st that we two went to school together; Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, That have but labour'd to attain this hour. Hence; I will follow. Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cæsar, now be still: [He runs on his sword, and dies. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and their army. Oct. What man is that? 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; And no man else hath honour by his death. That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Mes. Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators, save only he, Oct. According to his virtue let us use With all respect and rites of burial. [Exeunt. SCENE.-Northampton. A Room of State in | Thy nephew and right royal sovereign. the Palace. Enter King JOHN, Queen ELINOR, PEMBROKE, ESSEX, SALISBURY, and others, with CHATILLON. King John. Now say, Chatillon, what would France with us? K. John. What follows if we disallow of this? Chat. The proud control of fierce and bloody war, To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld. Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the King of Controlment for controlment : so answer France. France, In my behaviour, to the majesty, The borrow'd majesty of England here. Eli. A strange beginning;-borrowed majesty! K. John, Silence, good mother; hear the embassy. Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine: Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my mouth, The farthest limit of my embassy. K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace : Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France: [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE. France. Before the walls of Angiers. Enter on one side the Archduke of AUSTRIA, and Forces; on the other, PHILIP, King of France, and Forces; LEWIS, CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, and Attendants. Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria. Arthur, that great forerunner of thy blood, Richard, that robb'd the lion of his heart, And fought the holy wars in Palestine, To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf; At our importance hither has he come, And to rebuke the usurpation Of thy unnatural uncle, English John; |