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Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered:
Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
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;
Ant. - Not stingless too.
For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
And, * wisely, threat before you sting.
daggers Hack'd one another in the sides of Caesar: You shew'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like
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,
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
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well !
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.
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.
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
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,
And such a twain can do't, in which, I bind,
Cleo. Excellent falsehood!
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 :
There's not a minute of our lives should stretch
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
Ant. Antony, thou would'st say,
Mess. O. my joi"
Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general
Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome:
Mess. At your noble pleasure. | East.