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SCENE I. The plains of Philippi.
Enter Octavius, Antony, and their army.
Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
Enter a Messenger.
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,
Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left.
[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.
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.
Not stingless too.
daggers Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar: You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like
Cas. Flatterers !-Now, Brutus, thank yourself:
sweat, The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
I draw a sword against conspirators;
Bru. Cæsar, thou can'st not die by traitors,
So I hope;
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.
Ant. Old Cassius still !
Come, Antony: away.
(Ereunt Octavius, Antony, and their army. Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; and
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;
And in their steads, do ravens, crows, and kites,
Mes. Believe not so.
I but believe it partly;
Bru. Even so, Lucilius.
Now, most noble Brutus,
Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy,
Then, if we lose this battle,
Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus!
If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed ;
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.
The same. Another part of the field.
Alarum. Enter Cassius and Titinius.
Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early;
• Directions for the officers.