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That ran through Cafar's bowels, fearch this bofom.
Stand not to answer: Here, take thou the hilts;
And when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,

Guide thou the fword.-Cafar, thou art reveng'd,
Even with the fword that kill'd thee.

[ dies.

Pin. So, I am free; yet would not fo have been,
Durft I have done my will. O Caffius!
Far from this country Pindarus fhall run,
Where never Roman fhall take note of him.
s Enter Titinius, and Meffala.

[Exit.

Mef. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
As Caffius' legions are by Antony.

Tit. Thele tidings will well comfort Caffius.
Mef. Where did you leave him?

Tit. All difconfolate,

With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

Mef. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground?
Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart!
Mef. Is not that he?

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But Cafius is no more. O fetting fun

As in thy red rays thou doft fink to night,

So in his red blood Caffius' day is fet;

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The fun of Rome is fet! Our day is gone;

Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done!
Miftruft of my fuccefs hath done this deed.

4 P. and all after but C. bilt for bilts.

r No direction in the first f; the other fo's dire& Kills bim; R. and all after, except C, Kills bimself.

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• Here begins fcene 5 in P. H. W. and J.

The aft f. funne; the 2d, fonne j the 38 and 4th and R.'s octavo, fen.

Mef.

Mef. Mistrust of good fuccefs hath done this deed,
O hateful error, melancholy's child,

Why doft thou fhew to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? "O error, foon conceiv'd,
Thou never com'ft unto a happy birth,

But kill'ft the mother that engender'd thee.

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Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus?
Mef. Seek him, Titinius; whilft I go to meet
The noble Erutus, thrufting this report
Into his ears: I may fay, thrufting it;
For piercing fteel, and darts invenomed,
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,
As tidings of this fight.

Tit. Hye you, Meffala;

And I will feck for Pindarus the while.

Why didft thou fend me forth, brave Caffius?

Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they

Put on my brows this wreath of victory,

[Exit Meffala.

And bid me give it thee? Didft thou not hear their shouts ?

Alas! thou haft mifconftrued every thing.

But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow;

Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I
Will do his bidding. Prutus, come apace,
And fee how I regarded Caius Cafius.-
By your leave, gods-This is a Roman's part
Come, Caffius' fword, and find Titinius' heart.

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Enter Brutus, Meffala, young Cato, Strato, Volumnius,

and Lucilius.

Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lye?
Mef. Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it,

Bru. Titinius' face is upward.

Cato. He is flain.

Bru. O Julius Cæfar, thou art mighty yet; Thy fpirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails.

Cato. Brave Titinius!

Look", whe'r he have not crown'd dead Caffius!

Bru. Are yet two Romans living fuch as these?---
• Thou laft of all the Romans, fare thee well!
It is impoffible that ever Rome

Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owed more tears
To this dead man, than you fhall fee me pay.

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I shall find time, Caffius, I fhall find time.-
Come therefore, and to Thaffos fend his body,
His funeral fhall not be in our camp,

z All but C. before the entranec dije Alarum, which is improper here, Here all but C. direct Low Ala

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-b The fo's and R. read where; P. and all after except C. if for whe'r; whe'r is C.'s emendation, whether contracted.

The fo's, The for Thou.

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Left it difcomfort us. Lucilius, come

And come, young Cato; let us to the field;
Labeo and Flavius, fet, our battles on...
'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night
We shall try fortune in a fecond fight.

[Exeunt.

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Alarum. Enter, figlting, Soldiers of both Armies; then Bru

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tus, Meffala, Cato, Lucilius, and Flavius.

Bru. Yet, countrymen, O yet hold up your heads! Cato. What baftard doth not?-Who will go with me? I will proclaim my name about the field—

I am the fon of Marcus Cato, ho!

A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;

I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!

[charges the retiring enemy.

Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;

Brutas, my country's friend; know me for Brutus, [charges them in another part, and exit, driving them in The party charged by Cato rally, and Cato falls.

The fo's, R. P. and T.'s octavo, Armies; then, not in any edition before C. Labia for Labeo.

The ft f. Flavie for Flavius. This fcene 7. in P. H. W. and J. * The fo's and R. have no defcription of the fcene; P. and all after except C, defcribe it, The field of battel.

1 The words, fighting, Soldiers of both

m C. omits Mela and Flavius out of this entrance; and, after Lucilius, adds, and Orbers.

n All but C. direct, Enter Soldiers and

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Lucil. O young and noble Cato, art thou down?

Why, now thou dyest as bravely as Titinius;

And may'ft be honoured, being Cate's fon. 1 Sold. Yield, or thou dyeft.

Lucil. Only I yield to dye :

There is fo 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?

[* they fhow Lucilius,

Lucil. Safe, Antony, Brutus is fafe enough:

I dare affure thee, that no enemy

P H. reads I only for Only 1.

W. fuppofes fomething loft before this line, and that as it stands it is unintelligible: therefore thinks it appears probable, that when Lucilius had faid, Only I yield to die; the foldier, by a very natural curiofity, pertinently demanded, Whether there was yet much refifiance on ske part of the enemy? To which Lucihus, who had a mind to die, as pertinently anfwer'd,

There is so much, that thou wilt kill me ftraight; i. e. fo much refiftance ftill en foot, that thou wilt choose to rid me out of the way, that thou mayft go, with out the embarras of prifoners, to the af

fiftance of thy friends who still want it. W.

To which Heath anfwers, that the fenfe is plain enough, without fuppofing any thing loft, viz. There is so much money for thee, on condition that thou wilt kill me ftraight. Heath in loc.

This direction put in by J.

s Lucilius here pretends that he is Brutus, as a farther inducement to the foldier to kill him.

t After not C. inferts fir.

u All but C. direct Antony to enter

here.

The fo's, R. and P.'s quarto, thee

for the

× This direction first given by G. Shall

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