And tell me what thou not'st about the field. [Exit PINDARUS. This day I breathed first: time is come round, Cas. What news? Pin. Titinius is enclosed round about Cas. Come down, behold no more.— Come hither, sirrah : Enter PINDARUS. 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 ! That ran through Cesar's bowels, search this bosom. Guide thou the sword.-Cæsar, thou art reveng'd, [Dies. Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been, Durst I have done my will. O Cassius! 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. All disconsolate, Tit. Mes. Is not that he that lies upon the ground? Tit. So in his red blood Cassius' day is set; Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done! 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 But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee. Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus? Tit. Hie you, Messala, Put on my brows this wreath of victory, [Exit MESSALA. 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. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS. Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? Bru Titinius' face is upward. He is slain. Cato. Brave Titinius! [Low alarums. Cato. It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more tears I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.— SCENE IV. Another part of the Field. [Exeunt. Alarum. Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both Armies; then BRUTUS, Bru. Yet, countrymen, oh yet hold up your heads! 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; [Charges the enemy. CATO is over Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus. [Exit charging the enemy. 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. Luc. Only I yield to die: There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. 1 Sold. We must not.-A noble prisoner! Offering money. 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta’en. Enter ANTONY. 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! 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 Such men my friends, than enemies. Go on, SCENE V.-Another part of the Field. [Exeunt. Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS. [Whispering. Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: Slaying is the word; Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius.— Cli. O, Dardanius! Dar. O, Clitus! I'll rather kill myself. [Whispers him. Shall I do such a deed? Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? That it runs over even at his eyes. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius: list a word. Bru. Vol. Not so, my lord. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. 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 still. 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, M M I shall have glory by this losing day, So, fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones.would rest, Cli. Fly, my lord, fly! [Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, fly! [Exeunt CLI., DAR., and VOL. I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? Stra. Give me your hand first: Fare you well, my lord. 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? For Brutus only overcame himself, And no man else hath honour by his death. I thank thee, Brutus, That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. 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; And common good to all, made one of them. |