What are you, then, determined to do?
Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy,
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, so to prevent
The time of life: arming myself with patience,
To stay the providence of some high powers
That govern us below.

Cas.
Then, if we lose this battle,
You are contented to be led in triumph
Thorough the streets of Rome?

Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble
Roman,

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 begun;
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.
Bru. Why, then, lead on. O, that a man
might know

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.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.—Philippi.. 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. Let them set on at once; for I perceive But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing, And sudden push gives them the overthrow. Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. [Exeunt.

SCENE III. Another Part of the Field. Alarum. Enter Cassius and Titinius. Cas. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy; This ensign here of mine was turning back; I slew the coward, and did take it from him. Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early;

Who, having some advantage on Octavius, Took it too eagerly: his soldiers fell to spoil, Whilst we by Antony are all enclos'd.

Enter Pindarus.

Pin. Fly farther off, my lord, fly farther off;
Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord:
Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.

Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look,
Titinius;

Are those my tents where I perceive the fire?
Tit. They are, my lord.
Cas.

Titinius, if thou lov'st me,

Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in

him,

[troops, Till he have brought thee up to yonder And here again; that I may rest assur'd Whether yond' troops are friend or enemy. Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. [Exit. Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill; My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius, And tell me what thou not'st about the field.[Exit Pindarus. 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 news? Pin. [From the hill.] O my lord! Cas. What news?

[about Pin. [Above.] Titinius is enclosed round With horsemen, that make to him on the

spur ;

Durst I have done my will. O Cassius!
Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
Where never Roman shall take note of him.
[Exit.

Re-enter Titinius, with Messala.
Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
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 not that he that lies upon the ground?

Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart! Mes. Is not that he?

Tit. No, this was he, Messala, But Cassius is no more. O setting sun, As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night, So in his red blood Cassius' day is set, The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone;

And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
[Exit Messala.
Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they
Put on my brows this wreath of victory,
And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear
their shouts?

Alas, thou hast misconstru'd everything!
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 see how I regarded Caius Cassius.-
By your leave, gods-this is a Roman's part:
Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.
[Dies.
Alarum. Re-enter Messala, with Brutus,
Young Cato, Strato, Volumnius, and Lu-
cilius.
[lie!

He is slain.

Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body Mes. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it. Bru. Titinius' face is upward. Cato. Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails. [Low alarums. Cato. Brave Titinius!

Look whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius ! Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these?

The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
It is impossible that ever Rome

Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more

tears

To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.
I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.
Come, therefore, and to Thassos send his body:
His funerals shall not be in our camp,
Lest it discomfort us. Lucilius, come;
And come, young Cato ;-let us to the field.-
Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on:-
'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night
We shall try fortune in a second fight.
[Exeunt.

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SCENE IV.-Another Part of the Field. Alarum. Enter, fighting. Soldiers of both armies; then Brutus, Cato, Lucilius, and others.

Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads! [with me? Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go 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 Cato, ho!

[Charges the enemy. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus ! [Exit, charging the enemy. Cato is overpowered, and falls. Lucil. O young and noble Cato, art thou down?

Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; And mayst be honour'd being Cato's son. 1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest. Lucil. Only I yield to die: There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; [Offering money.

Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. 1 Sold. We must not. A noble prisoner! 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is

ta'en.

[general

Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-[He runs on his sword.] Caesar, now be still; kill'd not thee with half so good a will. [Dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter Octavius, Antony, Messala, Lucilius, and army.

Oct. What man is that?

Mes. My master's man. Strato, where is thy master?

[Messala: Stra. Free from the bondage you are in,

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:

Even for that our love of old, I pr'ythee, Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. [Alarum still. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.

Bru. Farewell to you;-and you;--and you,
Volumnius.-

Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Farewell to thee too, Strato.-Countrymen,
My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life,
I found no man but he was true to me.
I shall have glory by this losing day,
More than Octavius and Mark Antony
By this vile conquest shall attain unto.
So, fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue
Hath almost ended his life's history: [rest,
Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would
That have but labour'd to attain this hour.
[Alarum. Cry within, "Fly, fly, fly!"
Cli. Fly, my lord, fly.

Bru.
Hence! I will follow.
[Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius.
I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord:

For Brutus only overcame himself,

And no man else hath honour by his death. Lucil. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus,

That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.
Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain

them.

Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. Oct. Do so, good Messala.

Mes. How died my master, Strato?

Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master.

Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them All the conspirators, save only he, [all. Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar; He, only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, This was a man!"

Oct. According to his virtue let us use him, With all respect and rites of burial. Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie, Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.So, call the field to rest and let's away, To part the glories of this happy day.

[Exeunt.

ACT I.

SCENE I.-Alexandria.

tra's Palace.

Enter Demetrius and Philo.

Phi. Nay, but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd, like plated Mars, now bend,

now turn,

The office and devotion of their view
Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,
Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst
The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper,
And is become the bellows and the fan
To cool a gipsy's lust. [Flourish within.]

Look, where they come :

Enter Antony and Cleopatra, with their trains; Eunuchs fanning her. Take but good note, and you shall see in him The triple pillar of the world transform'd Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see.

Cleo. If it be love, indeed, tell me how much.
Ant. There's beggary in the love that can
be reckon'd.

Cleo. I'll set a bourn how far to be belov'd.
Ant. Then must thou needs find out new

heaven, new earth.

Enter an Attendant.

Att. News, my good lord, from Rome. Ant. Grates me the sum. Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony : Fulvia, perchance, is angry; or, who knows If the scarce-bearded Cæsar have not sent

Ant. How, my love! Cleo. Perchance-nay and most like, [sion You must not stay here longer; your dismisIs come from Cæsar: therefore hear it, Antony.[say? Both?Where's Fulvia's process? Cæsar's, I would Call in the messengers.-As I am Egypt's queen, thine Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of Is Cæsar's homager: else so thy cheek pays shame [sengers! When shrill-tongu'd Fulvia scolds. The mesAnt. Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide