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Brz. Now, as you are a Roman, t-Il me true. Bru. I pray you, Sirs, lie in my tent, and
Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch With meditating that she must die once, *
your pleasure. I have the patience to endure it now.
Bru. I will not have it so; lie down, good Mes. Even so great men great losses should
It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me. Cas. I have as much of this in art + as you, Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so : But yet my nature could not bear it so.
I put it in the pocket of my gown. Bru. Well, to our work alive. What do you
(SERVANTS lie down, think
Luc. I was sure your lordship did not give of marching to Philippi presently?
it me. Cas. I do not think it good.
Bru. Bea: with me, good boy, I am much Bru. Your reason ?
forgetful. Cas. This it is :
Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, 'Tis better that the enemy seek us :
And touch thy instrument a strain or two? So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, Luc. Ay, my lord, an it please you. Doing himself offence ; whilst we, lying still, Bru. It does, my boy : Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness. I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place Luc. It is my duty, Sir. to better.
Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground,
might; Do stand but in a forc'd affection ;
I know, young bloods look for a time of rest. For they have grudg'd us contribution ;
Luc. I have slept, my lord, already. The enemy, marching along by them,
Bru. It is well done; and thou shalt sleep By them shall make a fuller number up,
[Music, and a Song. These people at our back.
This is a sleepy tune :-o murd'rous slumber ! Cas. Hear me, good brother.
Lay'st thou thy leaden mace * upon my boy, Bru. Under your pardon-- You must note be- That plays thee music ?-Gentle knave, good side,
night ; That we have tried the utmost of our friends, I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee. Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe : If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument ; The enemy increaseth every day,
I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good We, at the heiglit, are ready to decline.
night. There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Let me see, let me see ;-Is not the leaf turu'd Which, taken at the food, leads on to fortune ;
dowy, Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Where I left reading ? Here it is, I think. Is hound in shallows, and in miseries.
(He sits down, On such a full sea are we now afloat ; Aud we must take the current when it serves,
Enter the Ghost of CESAR. Or lose our ventures.
How ill this taper burns !-Ha! who comes Cas. Then, with your will, go on ;
here? We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Phi. I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes lippi.
That shapes this monstrous apparition, Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk. It comes upou mne :- Art thou any thing? And nature must obey necessity ;
Art thou some god, soine angel, or some devil, Which we will niggard with a little rest. That mak'st my blood cold, and my bair to stare? Tbere is no more to say?
Speak to me, what thou art. Cas. No more. Good night ;
Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. Early to-morrow will we rise, and bence.
Bru. Why conr'st thou ? Bru. Lucius, my gown. (Éxit Lucius.) Fare. Ghost. Tá tell thee, thou shalt see me at well, good Messala;
Philippi. Good night, Titinius :-Noble, noble Cassius, Bru. Well; Good night, and good repose.
Then I shall see thee again? Cas. O my dear brother!
Ghost. Ay, at Philippi. This was an ill beginning of the night :
(Ghost vanishes. Never come suc division 'tween our souls ! Bru. Why, I will see thee Philippi Let it not, Brutus.
then.Bru. Every thing is well.
Now I have taken heart thou vanisbest : Cas. Good night, my lord.
Il spirit, I would hold more talk with thee. Bru. Good night, good brother.
Boy! Lucius !-Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Tit. Mes. Good night, lord Brutus.
Claudius ! Bru. Farewell, every one.
Luc. The strings, my lord, are false.
Luc. My lord !
Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so Luc. Here in the tent.
cry'dst out? Bru. What, thou speak’st drowsily !
Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. Poor knave, 1 blame thee not; thou art o'er
Bru. Yes, that thou didst : Didst thou see any watch'd.
thing? Call Claudius, and some other of my men ;
Luc. Nothing, my lord. I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
Bru. Sleep again, Lucius.-Sirrah, Claudius !
Fellow thou ! awake.
Var. My lord.
Clau. My lord.
Bru. Why did you so cry out, Sirs, in your Var. Calls my lords
sleep • At rome time or other. + In theory.
Var. Clau. Did we, my lord ?
This tongue had not offended so to-day, Bru. Ay: Saw you any thing?
If Cassius might have rul’d. Fer. No, my lord, I saw nothing.
Oct. Cone, come, the cause : If arguing nake Clau. Nor I, my lord.
When think you that the sword goes up again ? Par. Clau. It shall be done, my lord. Never, till Cesar's three and twenty wounds
(Ereunt. Be well aveng'd; or till another Cesar
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors,
Rru. Cesar, thou can'st not die by traitors,
Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
Oct. So I hope ;
I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
Bru. Oh! if thou wert the noblest of thy Eater OCTAVIUS ANTONY, and their Army.
stiain, Out. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered :
Young man, thou could'st not die more hon
ourable. You said, the eneiny would not come down, But keep the bills and upper regions ;
Cas. A peevish school-boy, worthless of such
honour, It proves not so ; their battles are at band;
Join'd with a masker and a reveller. They mean to warn * us at Philippi here,
Ant. Old Cassius still!
Oct. Come, Antony ; away.-
Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth :
If you dare tight to-day, come to the tield ; To visit other places; and come down With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face,
If not, when you have stomacbs. To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage ;
[Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY
and their Army. But 'tis not se.
Cas. Why now, blow, wind ; swell, billow; Enter a MESSENGER.
and swim, bark ! Mess. Prepare yon, generals :
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
Bru. Ho! The enemy comes on in gallant show;
Lucilius; hark, a word with you. Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,
Luc. My lord. Abd something to be done immediately.
(BRUTUS and Lucilius converse apart. Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on.
Cas. Messala,l'pon tbe left band of the even field.
Mes. What says my general ? Oct. Upon the right band I, keep thou the
Cas. Messala, left.
This is my birth-day; as this very day Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent ?
Was Cassins born. Give ine thy hand, Messala : Oct. I do not cross you ; but I will do so.
Be thou my witness, that, against my will,
(March. As Pompey was, am I compelld to 'set Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIus, and their Upon one battle all our liberties. ermy; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA,
You know, that I held Epicurus strong, others.
And his opinion : now I change my mind,
And partly credit things that do presage. Bru. They stand, and would have parley.
Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign Cas. Staud fass, Titinius : We must out and Two mighty eagles fell; and there they perch'd, talk.
Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' bands, Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of bat-Who to Philippi here consorted + us, tlet
This morning are they fled away and gone ; Ant. No, Cesar, we will answer on their And, in their steads, do ravens, crows, and kites, charge.
Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us, Make forte, the generals would have some words. As we were sickly prey; their shadows seein
inct. Sur not until the signal.
A canopy most fatal, under which
Mes. Believe not so.
To meet all perils very constantly.
Bru. Even so, Lucilius. good words:
Cas. Now, most noble Brutus, Witness the hole you made in Cesar's heart, The gods to-day stand friendly ; that we may, Cning, Long live ! hail, Cesar!
Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age ! Cas. Antony,
But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain, The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
Let's reason with the worst that inay befall. Eat for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
If we do lose this battle, then is this od leave them honeyless.
The very last time we shall speak together; Ant. Not stingless too.
What are you then determined to do ? Bru. Ob! yes, and soundless too ;
Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
By which I did blame Cato for the death And, very wisely, threat before you sting.
Which he did give himself-(I know not bow, Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile But I do find it cowardly and vile, daggers
For fear of what miglit fall, so to prevent Hack'd one another in the sides of Cesar :
The time of life)-arming myself with patience, You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like to stay the providence of some high powers,
hounds, And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cesar's feet;
That govern us below. Wbilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind,
Cas. Then, li we lose this battle,
You are contented to be led in triumph Struck Cesar on the neck. O flatterers !
Thorough the streets of Rome? Cas. Flatterers 1-Now, Brutus, thank your. Bru. No, Cassius, no : think not, thou noble self:
Roman, • Summon.
. First standard.
That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome:
That whatsoever I did bid thee do,
Thou should'st attempt it. Come now, keep If we do meet again, why we shall smile ;
thine oath ! If not, why then this parting was well made. Now be a freeman : and, with this good sword,
Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus ! That ran through Cesar's bowels, search this If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed!
bosom. If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.
Stand not to answer; Here, take thou the hilts;
Guide thou the sword. Cesar, thou art reveng'd,
[Dies. And then the end is known.--Come, ho I away! Pin. So, I am free ; yet would not so have been,
(Eseunt. Durst I have done my will. O Cassius!
Far froin this country Pindarus shall run, SOENE II.-The same.-The Field of Battle. Where never Roman shall take note of lui.
(Erit. Alarum.--Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA. Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these
Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. bills
Mes. It is but change, Titinius ; for Octavius Unto the legions on the other side :
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power, Let them set on at once ; for I perceive
As Cassius' legions are by Antony. But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing,
Tit. These tidings will vell comfort Cassius.
Mes. Where did you llave him? And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
Tit. All disconsolate, Ride, ride, Messala : let them all come down.
With Pindarts his bondman, on this bill. [Exeunt.
Mes. Is noi that he, that lies upon the
ground? SCENE INI.-The same.-- Another part of Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart ! the Field.
Mes. Is not that he ? Alarum.-Enter CASSIUs and TITINIUS.
Tit. No, this was he, Messala,
But Cassius is no more.-0 setting sun!
So in his red blood Cassius' day is set ;
Mistrust of my success hath done this decd. Who having some advantage on Octavius,
Mes. Mistrust of good success liath done Took it too earyerly ; his soldiers fell to spoil,
tliis deed. Whilst we by Antony are all enclos'd.
O bateful error, melancholy's child !
Why didst thou show to the apt thoughts of me
The things that are not? O error, soon con
ceiv'd, Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off ; Thou never com'st unto a bappy birth, Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord !
But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee. Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.
Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, PinCas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Ti.
Mcs. Seek him, Titinius : whilst I go to meet
Into his ears : I may say, thrusting it :
For piercing steel, and darts envenomed, Mount thou my borse, and hide thy spurs in Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus, him,
As tidings of this sight. Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops, Tit. Hie you, Messala, And here again ; that I may rest assur'd,
And I will seek for Pindarus the while. Whether yond' troops are friend or enemy.
[Erit MESSALA. Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
[Erit. Did I not meet thy friends ? and did not they
their shouts ?
[Exit PINDARUS. Alas! thou hast misconstrued every thing.
And see how I regarded Caius Cassius,-
By your leave, gods :--This is a Roman's part : Pin. Titinins is?
Conne, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. Enclosed round about with horsemen, that
[Dies. Make to him on the spur ;--yet be spurs on. Now they are almost on him ; now, Tizinius !-- Alarum.
Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, Now some 'light :-Oh! he 'ligbts too :-he's young CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, und Lu. ta'en ;--and, hark !
(Shout. They shout for joy.
Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body Cas. Come down, behold no more.
lie? O coward that I am, to live so long,
Mes. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it. To see my best friend ta’en before my face ! Bru. Titinins' face is upward.
Cato. He is slain. • Billets containing directions.
Bru. O Julius Cesar; thon art mighty yet I
Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords Cli, Statilius show'd the torch-light; but, my In our own proper * entrails.
(Low Alarums. He came not back; he is or ta'en, or slaiu. Caro. Brave Titinius !
Bru. Sit thee dowli, Clitus : Slaying is the Look, whe'r be bave not crown'd dead Cassius !
word; Bru. Are yet two Romaus living such as it is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.these
(Whispering. The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! Cli. What, 1, my lord? No, not for all the It is iinpossible that ever Rome
Cli. I'll rather kill myself
(Whispers him. Couse, therefore, and to Thassos send bis body; Dar. I do such a deed! His funeral shall not be in our camp,
Cli. O Dardauius ! Lest it discomfort us.-Lucilius, come ;
Dar. 0 Clitus! And come, young Cato ; let us to the field.- (li. What ill request did Brutus make to Labo, and Flavius, set our battles on :
thee? 'Tis three o'clock; and, Romaus, yet e'er night Dar. To kill himn, Clitus : Look, be inedi. We shall try fortune is a second tight.
tates. (Ereunt. (li. Now is that noble vessel full of grier,
That it runs over even at his eyes. SCENE IV.-Another part of the field. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a
word. Ilarum.-Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both Vol. What says my lord ? Armies; then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and
Bru. Why, this, Voluinnius : others.
The ghost of Cesar hath appear'd to me
Two several times by night : at Sardis, once ; Bru. Yet, countrymen, oh! yet hold up your And this last night, here in Philippi’ fields. heads!
I know my hour is come. Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go l'ol. Not so, my lord. with me ?
Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. I will proclaim my name about the field :- Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes ; I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
Our enemies have beat us to the pit : A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend : It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, I am the son of Marcus Cato, lio!
Than tarry till they push us. Good Volum. (Charges the Enemy.
nius, Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, 1 ; Thou know'si that we two went to school toge. Brutus, iny country's friend ; know me for Brutus.
Even for that our love of old, I pray thee, [Erit, charging the Enemy. CATO is Hold thou my sword-liilts, whilst I rum on it. ouerpouered and falls.
Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou
(Alarum still. down!
Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius;
here. And may'st be honour'd being Cato's son.
Bru. Farewell to you ;—and you ;--and you | Sola, Yield, or thou diest.
Volumuius. Luc. Only I yield to die :
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep : There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight ; Farewell to thee too, Strato.-Countrymeri,
[Offering Money. My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life, Kill Brutas, and be honour'd in his death. I found no mail, but he was true to me.
I Sold. We must not.-A noble prisoner! I shall have glory by this losing day
By this vile conquest, shall attain unto. I Sold. I'll tell the news.--Here comes the So, fare you well at once : for Brutus' tongue general :
Hath almost ended his life's history:
Night hangs upon inine eyes; my bones would Enter ANTONY.
That have but labour'd to attain this hour. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.
[Alarum. Cry uithin ; Fly, fly, fly. Ant. Where is he?
Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. Luc. Safe, Antony ; Brulus is safe enough :
Bru. Hence; I will follow thee. I dare assure thee, that no enemy
(Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUM. Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus :
NIUS. The gods defend him from so great a shame 1
I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord : When you do find him, or alive, or dead, | Thou art a fellow of a good respect; He will be found like Brutus, like himself. Thy life bath had some sinatch of honour in it: Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I as. Hold then iny sword, and turn away thy face, sure you,
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato ? A prize no less in worth : keep this man safe,
Stra. Give me your hand first : Fare you well, Give him all kindness: I had rather bave Such men my friends than enemies.
Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cesar, now be And see whet Brutus be alive or dead :
still : And bring us word unto Octavius tent,
I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. How every thing is chanc'd.
(He runs on his Sword and dies. SCENE V.-Another part of the Field. Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY,
MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and their Army. Bater BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS.
Oct. What man is that? Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on
Nes. My master's mail.--Strato, where is thy
master ? this rock.
Stra. Free from the bondage you are ille
Messala; • I eto our own bodies. The conquerors can but make a fire of him ;
Por Brutus only overcame himself,
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all : And no man else hath honour by his death. All the conspirators, save only he, Luc. So Brutus should be found.- 1 tbank Did that they did in envy of great Cesar : thee, Brutus,
He, only, in a general honest thought, That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. And common good to all made one of them. Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain His life was gentle ; and the elements them.
So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? And say to all the world, This was a men! Stra. A'y, if Messala will prefert me to you. Oct. According to his virtue let
use Oct. Do so, Messala.
him, Mes. How died my master, Strato ?
With all respect and rites of burial. Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie, it.
Most like a soldier, order'd bonourably. Mes. Octavius, then take bim to follow thee, So, call the field to rest : and let's away, That did the latest service to my master. To part the glories of this happy day,
'Ereunt. • Take them into cy service. + Recommend.