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ACT V.
Scene I.-The Plains of Philippi.
Enter Octavius, ANTony, and their Army.

Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered:
You said, the enemy would not come down,
But keep the hills and upper regions;
It proves not so : their battles are at hand;
They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
Answering before we do demand of them.

Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
Wherefore they do it: they could be content
To visit other places; and come down
With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face,
To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage;
But 'tis not so.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. Prepare you, generals: The enemy comes on in gallant shew ; Their bloody sign of battle is hung out, And something to be done immediately.

Ant., Octavius, lead your battle softly on Upon the left hand of the even field.

Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left.

Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent 2

Oct. I do not cross you; but I will do so.(March.)

Drum. Enter BRUtus, CAssius, and their Army;
LUCINIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and others.
Bru. They stand, and would have parley.
Cas. Stand fast, Titinius: We must out and talk.
Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?
Ant. No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge.
Make forth, the generals would have some words.
Oct. Stir not until the signal. [men?
Bru. Words before blows: Is it so, country-
Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do.
Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes,
Octavius. words:
Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good
Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart,
Crying, Long live! hail, Caesar!
Cas. Antony,
The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.

Ant. - Not stingless too.
Bru. O, yes, and soundless too;

For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,

And, * wisely, threat before you sting.
Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile

daggers Hack'd one another in the sides of Caesar: You shew'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like

hounds

And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet; Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind, Struck Caesar on the neck. O flatterers!

Cas. Flatterers!—Now, Brutus, thank yourself: This tongue had not offended so to-day, If Cassius might have rul’d. [us sweat,

Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing make The proof of it will turn to redder drops.

ok; I draw a sword against conspirators; When think you that the sword goes up again?— Never, till Caesar's three and twenty wounds Be well aveng'd ; or till another Caesar Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.

Bru. Caesar, thou can'st not die by traitors. Unless thou bring'st them with thee.

So I hope;

ct. I was not born to die on Brutus' sword. Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Young man, thou could'st not die more honourable. Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour, Join'd with a masker and a reveller. Ant. Old Cassius still' Oct. Come, Antony; away.-Defiance, traitors, hurl we in ... : If you dare fight to-day, come to the field; If not, when you have stomachs. Exeunt Octavius, Antony, and their Army. Cas. hy now, blow, wind; swell, billow ; and swim, bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. Bru. Ho! Lucilius; hark, a word with you. Luc. My lord. (Brutus and Lucilius converse apart.) Cas. Messala, Mes. Cas. This is my birth-day; as this very day Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala: Be thou my witness, that, against my will, As Pompey was, am I compell'd to set Upon one battle all our liberties. You know, that I held Epicurus strong, And his opinion : now I change my mind, And partly credit things that do presage. Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign Two mighty eagles fell; and there they perch'd, Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands; Who to Philippi here consorted us: This morning are they fled away, and gone; And in their steads, do ravens, crows, and kites, Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us, As we were sickly prey; their shadows seem A canopy most fatal, under which Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost. o: elieve not so.

What says my general? Messala.

as. I but believe tgartly ; For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd To meet all perils very constantly.

Bru. Even so, Lucilius.

Cas. Now, most noble Brutus, The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may, Lovers in peace, lead on our & to age | But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain, Let's reason with the worst that may befall. If we do lose this battle, then is this The very last time we shall speak together: What are you then determined to do?

Bru. Even by the rule of that holy, By which I did blame Cato for the deat

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? [Roman,
ru. 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.
Bru. Why then, lead on.—0, 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.-The same. The Field of Battle.
Alarum. Enter BRUtus and MESSALA.
Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these
Unto the legions on the other side : [bills
(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.
Ereunt.
Scene III.-The same. Another Part of the Field.
Alarum. Enter CAssius and TITIN1Us.
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 further off, my lord, fly further off;
Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord!
Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off. [nius;
Cas. This hill is far enough.-Look, look, Titi-
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,
Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops,
And here again; that I o rest assur’d,
Whether yond' troops are friend or enemy.
Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought.

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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
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, [oath !
Thou should'st attempt it. , Come now, keep thine
Now be a freeman; and, with this good sword,
That ran through Caesar’s bowels, search this bosom.
Stand not to answer: Here, take thou the hilts;
And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,
Guide thou the sword.—Caesar, thou art reveng’d,
Even with the sword that kill'd thee. (Dies.)
Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been,
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 Titi NIUs, with MEssa L.A.
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.—0 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;
Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are
done!
Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.
Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
Q hateful error, melancholy’s child!
Why dost thou shew to the apt thoughts of men
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
The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
Into his ears: I may say, thrusting it;
For F. : 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 Messala.
Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius 2
Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they
Put on my brows this wreath of victory,
And bid me give’t thee? Didst thou not hear their
shouts?
Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing.
But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow ;
Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and *
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, Volum Nius, and Lucillus.
Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?
Mes. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it.
Bru. Titinius' face is upward.
Cato. He is slain.
Bru. O Julius Caesar, 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!

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The last of all the Romans, fare thee well !
It is impossible, that ever Rome
Should breed thy fellow.—Friends, Iowe 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 funeral 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.

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' me? Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with 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 #. I ; Brutus, my country's friend: know me for Brutus. [Exit, charging the enemy. Cato is overpowered, and falls. Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; And may'st be honour'd, being Cato's son. 1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest. Luc. 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. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news.-Here comes the general:— Enter ANTONY. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. Ant. Where is he Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough : I dare assure thee, that no enem Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus : The gods defend him from so great a shame! When you do find him, or alive, or dead, He will be found like Brutus, like himself. Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, A prize no less in worth; keep this man safe, Give him all kindness: I had rather have Such men my friends, than enemies, Go on, And see whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead : And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent, How every thing is chanc'd. [Exeunt.

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Vol. What says my lord? Brm. Why, this, Volumnius: The ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me Two several times by night: at Sardis, once; And, this last night, here in Philippi' fields. I know, my hour is come. Vol. Not so, my lord. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Qur 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 pray thee, 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, *. 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: Night haugs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, That have but labour'd to attain this hour. (Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, fly.) Cli. Fly, my lord, sly. Bru. Hence; I will follow thee. [Ereunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumniss. I pr’ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face, While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato! Stra. Give me your hand first: Fare you well, mv lord. Bru. Farewell, good Strato.—Caesar, now be still: I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. (He runs on his sword, and dies.)

Alarum. Retreat. Enter Octavius, ANto NY, Mess Ala, Lucilius, and their army.

Oct. What man is that? [master? Mes. My master's man–Strato, where is thy Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala; The conquerors can but make a fire of him; For Brutus only overcame himself, And no man else hath honour by his death. Luc. 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, 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 : All the conspirators, save only lie, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; 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 tras 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. [Exeust.

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ACT I. Scene I.-Alexandria. A Room in Cleopatra's Palace. Enter DEMETRIUS and Philo. Phi. Nay, but this dotage of our general's O'ershows the measure: those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war #::. like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view §: a tawny front: his captain's heart, hich in the scussles 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. Look, where they come! Flourish. Enter ANto NY and Cleopath A, 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 abourn 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 sun. Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony: Fulvia, perchance, is angry; Or, who knows

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Ant. Let #. in Tyber melt! and the wide arch Of the rang'd empire fall! Here is my space; Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike F. beast as man: the nobleness of life Is, to do thus; when such a mutual pair,

(Embracing.)

And such a twain can do't, in which, I bind,
On pain of punishment, the world to weet,
We stand up peerless.

Cleo. Excellent falsehood!
Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?—
I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony
Will be himself.

Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra.Now, for the love of Love, and her soft hours, Let's not confound the time with conference harsh :

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There's not a minute of our lives should stretch
Without some pleasure now : What sport to-night?
Cleo. Hear the ambassadors.
Ant. Fy, wrangling queen!
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; whose every passion fully strives
To make itself, in thee, fair, and admir'd!
No messenger; but thine and all alone, [note
To-night, we'll wander through the streets, and
The qualities of people. Come, my queen;
Last night8. did desire it:-Speak not to us.
xeunt Ant, and Cleop. with their Train.
Dem. Is Caesar with Antonius priz'd so slight?
Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony,
He comes too short of that great property,
Which still should go with Antony.
Dem. I’m full sorry,
That he approves the common liar, who
Thus speaks of him at Rome: But I will hope
Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you ha §.
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Enter ENOBARBUS. Eno. Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough, Cleopatra's health to drink. Char. Good sir, give me good fortune. Sooth. I make not, but foresee. Char. Pray then, foresee me one. Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer than you are. Char. He means, in flesh. Iras. No, you *...* when you are old. Char. Wrinkles forbid! Alex. Vex not his prescience; be attentive. Char. Hush | Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than beloved. Char. I had rather heat Iny liver with drinking. Alex. Nay, hear him. Char. Good now, some excellent fortune 1 Let me be married to three kings in a forenoon, and widow them all: let me have a child at fifty, to whom Herod of Jewry may do homage: find me to marry me with Octavius Caesar, and companion me with my mistress. Sooth. You shall outlive the lady whom you serve. figs. Char. O excellent! I love long life better than Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune Than that which is to approach. Char. Then, belike, my children shall have no names: Pr'ythee, how many boys and wenches must I have 7 Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb, And fertile every wish, a million. Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. Alex. You think, none but your sheets are privy to your wishes. §. Nay, come, tell Iras hers. Alex. We'll know all our fortunes. Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, shall be—drunk to bed. [else. Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if nothin Char. Even as the o'erflowing Nilus of famine. |say. Iras. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothChar. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prog

nostication, I cannot scratch mine ear.—Pr'ythee, tell her but a worky-day fortune. Sooth. Your fortunes are alike. Iras. But how, but how * give me particulars. Sooth. I have said. I she? Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than I, where would you choose it? Iras. Not in my husband's nose. Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mendo Alexas, -come, bis fortune, his fortune.-O. let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis. I beseech thee! And let her die too, and give him a worse! and let worse follow worse, till be wor-1 of all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more weight; good Isis, I ...} thee! Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, bear that prayer of the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to sees Hol. man loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorroto behold a foul knave uncuckolded; Tberefore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him accord

ingly *... Amen. Alex. Lo, now ! If it lay in their hands to makme a cuckold, they would make themselves whores,

but they'd do.'t. Eno. Hush! here comes Antony. Char. Not he, the queen.

Enter CLEOPATRA. Cleo. Saw you my lord? No, lady.

Eno. Cleo. Was he not here! Char. No, madam. [sudder Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth; but on the A Roman thought hath struck him.—Enobarbus, Eno. Madam. Alexas." Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither. Where'. Alex. Here, madam, at your service.—My lord approaches. Enter ANToNY with a Messenger and Attendants. Cleo. We will not look upon him: Go with us. [Exeunt Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Alera, Iras, Charmian, Asayer, Attendants. Mess. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field. Ant. Against my brother Lucius? Mess. Av : But soon this war had end, and the time's state Made friends of them, jointing their sorce gainst Caesar; Whose better issue in the war, from Italy, Upon the first encounter, drave them. " Ant. Well, What worst?

Mess. The nature of bad news infects the teller. Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward.in : thus

Things, that are past, are done, with ~" Tix
Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death.
I hear him, as he flatter'd.

Mess. Labienus
(This is stiff news) hath, with his Parthian force
Extended Asia from Euphrates;
His conquering banner shook, from Syria
To Lydia, and to Ionia; -
Whilst—

Ant. Antony, thou would'st say,

Mess. O. my joi"

Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general

tongue;

Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome:
Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my fault.
With such full license, as both truth and malice
Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds,
When our quick winds lie still: and our ills wides,
Is as our earing. Fare thee well a-while.

Mess. At your noble pleasure. | East.

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