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.
Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these
bills

Untothe legions on the other side. [Loudalarum.
Let them set on at once; for I perceive
But cold demeanor in Octavius' wing,
And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down.
[Exeunt.

SCENE III. Another part of the field.
Alarums. Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS.
Cas. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy:
This ensign here of mine was turning back;
I slew the coward, and did take it from him.
Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too
early;

Who, having some advantage on Octavius,
Took it too eagerly: his soldiers fell to spoil,
Whilst we by Antony are all enclosed.

Enter PINDARUS.

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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 lovest me,
Mount thou thy horse, and hide thy spurs in him,
Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops,
And here again; that I may rest assured
Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.
Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought.
[Exit.
Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill; 20
My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius,
And tell me what thou notest about the field.
[Pindarus ascends the hill.
This day I breathed first: time is come round,
And where I did begin, there shall I end;
My life is run his compass. Sirrah, what news?
Pin. [Above] O my lord!

Cas. What news?

In Parthia did I take thee prisoner;
And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
That whatsoever I did bid thee do,
Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine
oath:

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Now be a freeman: and with this good sword, That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this bosom.

Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilts; And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now, Guide thou the sword. Pindarus stabs him.

Cæsar, thou art revenged,
Even with the sword that kill'd thee. [Dies.
Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have
been,

Durst I have done my will. O Cassius,
Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
Where never Roman shall take note of him. 50
[Exit.

Re-enter TITINIUS with MESSALA.
Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
As Cassius' legions are by Antony.

Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. Mes. Where did you leave him? Tit. All disconsolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. Mes. Is not that he that lies upon the ground? Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart! Mes. Is not that he?

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Tit. No, this was he, Messala, But Cassius is no more. O 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.

Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.

O hateful error, melancholy's child,
Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? O error, soon con-
ceived,

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Thou never comest unto a happy birth,
But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee!
Tit. What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pin-
darus?

Mes. Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet
The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
Into his ears; I may say, thrusting it;
For piercing steel and darts envenomed
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus
As tidings of this sight.

Tit.

Hie you, Messala,
And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
[Exit Messala.
Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? 80
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 misconstrued 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.
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Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. [Kills himself. Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and Lu

CILIUS.

Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?
Mes. Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.
Bru. Titinius' face is upward.
He is slain.

Cato.
Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet!
Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords
In our own proper entrails. [Low alarums.
Brave Titinius!

Cato. Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius! [these? Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more

tears

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To this dead man than you shall see me pay.
I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.
Come, therefore, and to Thasos send his body:
His funerals shall not be in our camp,
Lest it discomfort us. Lucilius, come;
And come, young Cato; let us to the field.
Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on:
'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night
We shall try fortune in a second fight. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV. Another part of the field. Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both armies; then BRUTUS, young 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!

Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Bru[Exit. Lucil. O young and noble Cato, art thou

tus!

down?

Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; 10
And mayst be honor'd being Cato's son.
First Sold. Yield, or thou diest.
Lucil.
Only I yield to die;
There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight;
Offering money.
Kill Brutus, and be honor'd in his death.
First Sold. We must not. A noble prisoner!
Sec. Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus
is ta'en.

First Sold. I'll tell the news. Here comes the general.

Bru. Farewell to you; and you; and you,
Volumnius.

Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Farewell to thee too, Strato. Countrymen,
My heart doth joy that yet in all life
I found no man but he was true to me.

my

I shall have glory by this losing day
More than Octavius and Mark Antony
By this vile conquest shall attain unto.
So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue

[Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius. I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thou art a fellow of a good respect;

Thy life hath had some smatch of honor in it: Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face, While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? Stra. Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord.

Bru. Farewell, good Strato. [Runs on his sword.] Cæsar, now be still: 50

I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. [Dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and the army.

Oct. What man is that?

Mes. My master's man. Strato, where is thy

master?

Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala:

The conquerors can make but a fire of him;

For Brutus only overcame himself,
And no man else hath honor by his death.
Lucil. So Brutus should be found. I thank
thee, Brutus,

That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true.

Oct. All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.

Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. Oct. Do so, good Messala.

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Mes. How died my master, Strato! Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master.

Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar; 70 He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, This was a man!'

Oct. According to his virtue let us use him, With all respect and rites of burial. Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie, Most like a soldier, order'd honorably. So call the field to rest; and let's away, To part the glories of this happy day. [Exeunt.

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SCENE I. A desert place. Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches. First Witch. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Sec. Witch. When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won.

Third Witch. That will be ere the set of sun.
First Witch. Where the place?

Sec. Witch.
Upon the heath.
Third Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.

First Witch. I come, Graymalkin!

Sec. Witch. Paddock calls.

Third Witch. Anon.

Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth-well he deserves that name--
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
Which smoked with bloody execution,
Like valor's minion carved out his passage
Till he faced the slave;

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Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,

Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps, And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

Dun. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! Ser. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break, So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to (mark: Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, No sooner justice had with valor arm'd Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels,

come

But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage, 31
With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men
Began a fresh assault.
Dun.
Dismay'd not this
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
Ser.
Yes;

[they

As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As cannons overcharged with double cracks, so
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,

I cannot tell.

But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.

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Dun. So well thy words become thee as thy

wounds:

They smack of honor both. Go get him surgcons. [Exit Sergeant, attended.

Worthy to be a rebel, for to that

The multiplying villanies of nature

Do swarm upon him-from the western isles

Who comes here?