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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 pot so.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess.

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,
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?
Oct. I do not cross you; but I will do so.

[March. Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their army ;

Lucilius, Titinius, Messala, and others. Bru. They stand, and would have parley. Cas. Stand fast, Titinius: We must out and talk.

• Summon.

Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?

Ant. No, Cæsar, we will answer on their charge. Make forth, the generals would have some words.

Oct. Stir not until the signal.
Bru. Words before blows: Is it so, countrymen?
Oct. Not that we love words better, ag you do.
Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes,

Octavius.
Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good

words:
Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart,
Crying, Long live ! hail, Cæsar!
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, very wisely, threat before you sting.
Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile

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

hounds,
And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet;
Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind,
Struck Cæsar 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.
Oct. Come, come, the cause : If arguing make us

sweat, The proof of it will turn to redder drops.

Look ;

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

Bru. Cæsar, 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. 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 ho.

nour,
Join'd with a masker and a reveller.

Ant. Old Cassius still !
Oct.

Come, Antony: away.
Defiance, traitors, hurl* we in your teeth:
If you dare fight to-day, come to the field;
If not, when you have stomachs.

(Ereunt Octavius, Antony, and their army. Cas. Why 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.

What says my gencral ? Cas.

Messala, 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 formert ensign Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch'd, Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands; Who to Philippi here consorted I us, This morning are they fled away, and gone;

* Tlırow.

Foremost.

I Accompanied.

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.

Mes. Believe not so.
Cas.

I but believe it partly;
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 days 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 philosophy,
By which I did blame Cato for the death
Which be 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 Ro-

man,
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.-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!

[Ereunt,

SCENE II.

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. 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 Titinius.
Cas. 0, look, Titinius, look, the villains Ay!
Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy:
This ensigu here of mine was turning back ;
I slew the coward, and did take it from bim.

Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early;

• Directions for the officers.

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