Bru. For your life you durst not. Bru. No. Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love; I may do that I shall be sorry for. Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind, For certain sums of gold, which you denied me;- To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius? Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Cas. I denied you not. Bru. You did. Cas. I did not:-he was but a fool [heart: That brought my answer back.-Brutus hath rived my Bru. I do not like your faults. Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults. Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear As huge as high Olympus. Cas. Come, Antony and young Octavius, come, For Cassius is aweary of the world; When thou didst hate him worse, thou lov'dst him better Bru. Sheathe your dagger. Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire; Cas. Hath Cassius lived To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him? Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand. Cas. O Brutus ! Bru. What's the matter? Cas. Have not you love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour which my mother gave me Makes me forgetful? Bru. Yes, Cassius; and henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, We'll think your mother chides, and leave you so. Noise within Poet. [Within.] Let me go in to see the generals; Lucil. [Within.] You shall not come to them. Cas. How now? What's the matter? Poet. For shame, you generals! What do you mean! Love, and be friends, as two such men should be; For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye. Cas. Ha, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rhyme! Bru. Get you hence, sirran; saucy fellow, hence! Cas. Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion. Bru. I'll know his humour when he knows his time: What should the wars do with these jigging fools?— Companion, hence! Cas. Away, away, begone! [Exit Poet. Enter LUCILIUS and TITANIUS. Cas. And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you, Immediately to us. [Exeunt LUCILIUS and TITISIUS. Bru. Lucius, a bowl of wine! Cas. I did not think you could have been so angry. If you give place to accidental evils. Bru. No man bears sorrow better.-Portia is dead. Cas. Ha! Portia? Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. Bru. Come in, Titinius!-Welcome, good Messals.- Cas. Portia, art thou gone? Mes. Myself have letters of the self-same tenor. Mes. That by proscription and bills of outlawry, Have put to death a hundred senators. Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree; Cas. Cicero one? Mes. Ay, Cicero is dead, And by that order of proscription. Had you your letters from your wife, my lord? Bru. No, Messala. Mes. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her? Bru. Nothing, Messala: Mes. That, methinks, is strange. Bru. Why ask you? hear you aught of her in yours! Mes. No, nry lord. Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. Mes. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell: For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. Bru. Why, farewell, Portia.-We must die, Messala: With meditating that she must die once, I have the patience to endure it now. Mes. Even so great men great losses should endure Cas. I have as much of this in art as you, But yet my nature could not bear it so. Bru. Well, to our work alive.-What do you think Of marching to Philippi presently! Cas. I do not think it good Bru. Your reason? Cas. This it is: "Tis better that the enemy seek us: So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness. Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to better. The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground For they have grudged us contribution: By them shall make a fuller number up, Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encouraged; Cas. Hear me, good brother, Bru. Under your pardon.-You must note beside, That we have tried the utmost of our friends Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe : The enemy increaseth every day; We, at the height, are ready to decline. Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. And we must take the current when it serves, Cas. Then, with your will, go on; We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi. Which we will niggard with a little rest. There is no more to say? Cas. No more. Good night; Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. Bru. Lucius, my gown. [Exit LUCIUS.]-Farewell, good Messala : Good night, Titinius-noble, noble Cassius, Cas. O my dear brother! This was an ill beginning of the night: Never come such division 'tween our souls! Bru. I pray you, Sirs, lie in my tent, and sleep; It may be I shall raise you by and by On business to my brother Cassius. [pleasure. Var. So please you, we will stand and watch your I put it in the pocket of my gown. [Servants lie down. Bru. It does, my boy: I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. Luc. It is my duty, Sir. Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might; I know young bloods look for a time of rest. Bru. It is well done; and thou shalt sleep again; I will not hold thee long: if I do live, I will be good to thee. [Music and a song. This is a sleepy tune:-0 murd'rous slumber! Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, That plays thee music?-Gentle knave, good night; I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee. If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument; I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night.Let me see, let me see;-is not the leaf turn'd down, ACT V. [Exeunt. 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 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. 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, Caesar, we will answer on their charge. Make forth; the generals would have some words. Oct. Stir not until the signal. [March Bru. Words before blows:-is it so, countrymen? Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do. [vius. Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes, OctaAnt. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart, [words: Crying, "Long live! hail, Cæsar!" Cas. Antony, The posture of your blows are yet unknown; But for your words. they rob the Hvbla bees, Cas. Flatterers!-Now, Brutus, thank yourself: This tongue had not offended so to-day, If Cassius might have ruled. Oct. Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us The proof of it will turn to redder drops. Look, I draw a sword against conspirators; When think you that the sword goes up again?- Be well avenged; or till another Cæsar Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors. Oct. So I hope; I was not born to die on Brutus' sword. Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, [sweat, Young man, thou couldst 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 your teeth: If you dare fight to-day, come to the field; If not, when you have stomachs. [Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army. Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; and swim, The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. Bru. Ho, Lucilius! hark, a word with you. [bark ! Lucil. My lord? [BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart. Cas. Messala, Mes. What says my general? Cas. Messala, This is my birthday; 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. And in their steads do ravens, crows, and kites 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 resolved To meet all perils very constantly. Cas. Now, most noble Brutus, The gods to-day stand friendly, that we may, But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain, Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent Cas. Then, if we lose this battle, You are contented to be led in triumph Through the streets of Rome? Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman, That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; He bears too great a mind. But this same day Therefore our everlasting farewell take:- If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made. Bru. Why then, lead on.-O, 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. Let them set on at once; for I perceive [Loud alarum, And sudden push gives them the overthrow. Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. [Exeunt Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord! Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off. Cas. This hill is far enough.-Look, look, Titinius; 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, And here again; that I may rest assured [Exit PINDARUS. This day I breathed first: time is come round, Cas. What news? Pin. Titinius is Mes. Is not that he? Tit. No, this was he, Messala, But Cassius is no more.- setting sun! Mes, Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. O hateful error, melancholy's child! Why dost thou shew to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not? O error, soon conceived, 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 For piercing steel and darts envenomed Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus, As tidings of this sight. Tit. Hie you, Messala, Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius! Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more tears [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! Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me? 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. [Exit, charging the enemy. CATO is overpowered, Lucil. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? 1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest. Lucil. Only I yield to die: There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; SCENE V.-Another Part of the Field. Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS. Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. Cli. Statilius shew'd the torch-light; but, my lord, He came not back; he is or ta'en or slain Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus. [Whispering. Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world. Bru. Peace then, no words. Cli. I'll rather kill myself. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius. Dar. I do such a deed? Cli. O Dardanius! Dar. O Clitus! [Whispers him. Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? Dar. To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates. Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief, That it runs over even at his eyes. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. Vol. What says my lord? Bru. Why, this, Volumnius: The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me Vol. Not so, my lord. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Good Volumnius, Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. I found no man but he was true to me. I shall have glory by this losing day, More than Octavius and Mark Antony Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy master! And no man else hath honour by his death. Oct. Do so, Messala. Mes. How died my master, Strato? Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. |