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The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
SCEN E II.
Another Part of the Field of Battle.
Enter BRUtus and TREbosius.
Bru. Haste, haste, Trebonius, haste, and give these bills Unto the legions, on the other side. Let them set on at once : for I perceive But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing, And sudden push gives them the overthrow ; Haste, haste, Trebonius; let them all come down. [Ereunt.
Cas. O look, good Casca, look, the villains fly
Casca, O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early;
Enter PIN DARUs.
Pind. 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, my Casca, Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire t Casca. They are, my lord. Cas. Casca, if thou lov'st me,
Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him,
Enter PIN DARUs.
Come hither, sirrah.
[Kills himself—Erit PIN DARus,
Enter TRE.Bon IUs and CASCA.
Tre. It is but change, good Casca : for Octavius Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power, As Cassius' legions are by Antony. Casca. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. Tre. Where did you leave him? Casca. All disconsolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. Tre. Is not that he that lies upon the ground? Casca. He lies not like the living. Oh my heart! Tre. Is not that he Casca. No, this was he, Trebonius; But Cassius is no more! Oh, setting sun' As in thy red rays thou dost sink, to-night; So in his red blood, Cassius' day is set; The sun of Rome is set ! our day is gone; Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done. Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. Tre. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. Casca. What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus? Tre. Seek him, whilst I go meet the noble Brutus, With tidings of this sight. Casca. Hie you, Trebonius, And I will seek for Pindarus, the while. [Erit Tae Bonius. Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius ! Did I not meet thy friends, and did not they Put on my brows this wreath of victory, And bid me give it thee; didst thou not hear their shouts Alas, thou hast misconstru’d every thing. But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow. Thy Brutus bid me give it thee; and I Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace; And see how I regarded Caius Cassius. By your leave, gods—This is a Roman's part. [Stabs himself.
Enter BRUTUs, TREEoN1Us, DEcIUs, CINNA, and METELLUs.
Bru. Where, where, Trebonius, doth his body lie?
Tre. Lo, yonder, and Casca mourning it.
Bru. Casca's face is upward. Are yet two Romans living, such as these ? Thou last of all the Romans ! fare thee well; It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears To this dead man, than you shall see me pay. Oh, Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet, Thy spirit stalks abroad, and turns our swords Into our own proper entrails. Come, let us to the field, and yet ere night, We'll try our fortunes in a second fight. [Ereunt.
Field at Philippi.
Enter several SoLDIERs, with TREBon IUs Prisoner, meeting ANToNY.
1 Sold. Here comes the general: Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. Ant. Where is he? Tre. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough. I dare assure thee that no enemy 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