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But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain,
Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy',
Cas. Then, if we lose this battle,
Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman,
* The very last time we shall speak together: What are you then determined to do?] i. e. I am resolved in
such a case to kill myself. What are you determined of?
I of that philosophy, There is certainly an apparent contradiction between the sentiments which Brutus expresses in this, and in his subsequent speech ; but there is no real inconsistency. Brutus had laid down to himself as a principle, to abide every chance and extremity of war; but when Cassius reminds him of the disgrace of being led in triumph through the streets of Rome, he acknowledges that to be a trial which he could not endure. Nothing is more natural than this. We lay down a system of conduct for ourselves, but occurrences may happen that will force us to depart from it. arming myself with patience, &c.] Dr. Warburton thinks, that in this speech something is lost ; but there needed only a parenthesis to clear it. The construction is this ; I am determined to act according to that philosophy which directed me to blame the suicide of Cato; arming myself with patience, &c. Johnson.
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!
A larum. Enter BRUTUs and MEssaLA.
Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills Unto the legions on the other side: | Loud Alarum. Let them set on at once; for I perceive But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing, And sudden push gives them the overthrow. Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. [Eveunt.
Alarum. Enter CAssius and TITINIUs.
Cas. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
Who having some advantage on Octavius,
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 2 Tit. They are, my lord. Cas. Titinius, if thou lov'st me, Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him, Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops, And here again; that I may rest assur’d, Whether yond’ troops are friend or enemy. Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. [Erit. Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill; My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius, And tell me what thou not'st about the field.— [Erit PINDARUs. 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 7 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:—0, he 'lights too :-he's ta'en;– and, hark [Shout They shout for joy. Cas. Come down, behold no more.— O, coward that I am, to live so long, To see my best friend ta'en before my face
Come hither, sirrah :
Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA.
Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
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 7
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 !
Tit. What, Pindarus ! Where art thou, Pindarus 2
Mes. Seek him, Titinius: whilst I go to meet
Tit. Hie you, Messala,
Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing.
A larum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young CATO, STRATO, Volumn IUS, and LUCILIUs.
Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie :
Mes. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it.
Bru. Titinius' face is upward.
Cato. He is slain.
Bru. O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet ! Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails. |Low Alarums.