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And tell me wbat thou not'st about the field.

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 } Oh, my lord !
Cas. What news?

Pin. Titinius is enclosed round about
With horsemen that make to him on the spur;
Yet he spurs on.—Now they are almost on him ;
Now, Titinius ;-Now some 'light:-Oh, he 'lights too :-
He's ta'en ;--and hark! they shout for joy.

Cas. Come down, behold no more.-
Oh, coward that I am, to live so long,
To see my best friend ta'en before my face!

Come hither, sirrah :
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 !
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.-Cæsar, thou art reveng'd,
Even with the sword that kill'd thee.

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.

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?

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. Oh, my heart!
Mes. Is not that he?

No, this was he, Messala,
But Cassius is no more.-Ob, 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? Oh, error, soon conceiv'd,
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
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.

Hie you, Messala,
And I will seek for Pindarus the while. [Exit MESSALA,
Why didst thou 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't thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts ?
Alas, thou hast misconstrued everything.
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.
Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.

[Dies. Alarum. R ter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young Cato,

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

He is slain.
Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet!
Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords
In our own proper entrails.

(Low alarums. Cato.

Brave Titinius!
Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius !

Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these?-
The 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,,-

I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.
Come, therefore, and to Thassos send bis 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,

Caro, LUCILIUS, and others.
Bru. Yet, countrymen, oh 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.

Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus.

[Exit charging the enemy. Cato is over

powered and falls.
Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down?
Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius;
And may'st be honour'd, being Cato's son.

1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest.

Only I yield to die: There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight;

Offering money. Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.

1 Șold. 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 :-

Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta’en, my lord.

Ant. Where is he?

Luc. 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!

do find him, or alive, or dead, He will be found like Brutus, like sel

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

Such men my friends, than enemies. Go on,
And see whe'r Brutus be alive or dead.
And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent,
How every thing has chanc'd.

[Exeunt. 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 show'd the torchlight; 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.

Cii. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.
Bru. Peace then, no words.

I'll rather kill myself.
Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius.-

Whispers him. Dar.

Shall I do such a deed ?
Cli. O, Dardanius!
Dar. O, Clitus!
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 ?

Why, this, Volumnius :
The ghost of Cæsar hath appeared to me
Two several times by night: at Sardis once ;
And, this last night, here in Philippi fields.
I know my hour is come.

Not so, my lord.
Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes ;
Our enemies have beat us to the pit :
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,
Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,
Thou know'st that we two went to school together;
Even for that our love of old, I prithee,
Hold thou my sword hilts, whilst I run on it.

Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. [Alarum stills
Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.

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 my life, I found no man, but he was true to me.


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
Hath almost ended his life's history:
Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones.would rest,
That have but laboured to attain this hour.

[Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, fly! Cli. Fly, my lord, fly! Bru.

Hence; I will follow.

[Exeunt ClI., DAR., and Vol. I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord : Thou art a fellow of good respect; Thy life hath had some smatch of honour 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.—Cæsar, now be still : I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.

[He runs on his sword, and dies.

Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA,

LUCILIUS, and their 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 but make a fire of him ;
For Brutus only overcame himself,
And no man else hath honour by his death.

Luc. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus, That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.

Oct. All that serv’d 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.

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;
He only, in a general honest thought,
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle; and the elements

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