Cas. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge:- Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. Good-night, Titinius:-Noble, noble Cassius, Bru. Come in, Titinius:-Welcome, good Mes- Let it not, Brutus. sala. Now sit we close about this taper here, And call in question our necessities. Mes. Myself have letters of the self-same tenor. Mes. That by proscription, and bills of outlawry, Have put to death a hundred senators. Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree: This it is: 'Tis better that the enemy seek us: Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground, For they have grudg'd us contribution: By them shall make a fuller number up, Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encouraged; Hear me, good brother. Bru. Under your pardon.-You must note beside, That we have tried the utmost of our friends, We, at the height, are ready to decline. Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Is bound in shallows, and in miseries. Cas. Then, with your will, go on: Which we will niggard with a little rest. Cas. • Theory. Bru. Good-night, good brother Farewell, every one [Exeunt CAS., TIT., and MES Re-enter LUCIUS, with the Gown. Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument? Bru. What, thou speak'st drowsily! Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS. Var. Calls my lord! Bru. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent, and sleep; Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch Bru. I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs; [Servants lie down. Luc. I was sure your lordship did not give it me. Bru. Bear with me, good boy. I am much forgetful. And touch thy instrument a strain or two? It does, my boy' I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. I Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might; know, young bloods look for a time of rest. Luc. I have slept, my lord, already. Bru. It is well done; and thou shalt sleep again, I will not hold thee long: if I do live, night. I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee. down, Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. Enter the Ghost of CÆSAR. Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. Why com'st thou Then I shall see thee again? Ay, at Philippi. Luc. The strings, my lord, are false. Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instrument.Lucius, awake. SCENE I.-The Plains of Philippi. Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know, Mess. Enter a Messenger. Prepare you, generals: The enemy comes on in gallant show; Their bloody sign of battle is hung out, And something's to be done immediately. Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on, Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left. [March. Bru. Words before blows: Is it so, country- Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do. Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart, Cas. Antony, The posture of your blows are yet unknown; Ant. Not stingless too. For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony, honor, Join'd with a masker and a reveller. Ant. Gld Cassius still! [Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army. Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; and swim, bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. Lucilius; hark, a word with you. My lord. Cas. What says my general? This morning are they fled away, and gone; Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile If we do lose this battle, then is this daggers Jack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar: You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cesar's feet, Cas. Flatterers!-Now, Brutus, thank yourself: Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing make us The proof of it will turn to redder drops. I draw a sword against conspirators; • Summon. The very last time we shall speak together: Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent Cas. Bru. No. Cassius, no: think not, thou noble That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; If we do meet again, why we shall smile; Bru. Why then, lead on.-O, that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come! [Exeunt. Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look,Titinius; Cas. What news? Pin. Titinius is Enclosed round about with horsemen, that They shout for joy. Come hither, sirrah: In Farthia did I take thee prisoner; Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath! Now be a freeman; and with this good sword, [Dies. l'in. 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. [Exit. Re-enter TITINIUS with MESSALA. Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius s overthrown by noble Brutus' power, As Cassius legions are by Antony. Directions for the officers. Tut. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. But Cassius is no more.-( setting sun! 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 conceiv'd, Thou never com'st unto a happy birth, But kill'st the mother that engender d thee. Til. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus? Tit. [Exit MESSALA. 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 giv't thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts! Alas! thou hast misconstrued every thing. Will do his bidding.-Brutus, come apace, [Dies 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, 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.- SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field. Alarum. Enter, fighting. Soldiers of both Armies; then BRUTUS, 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: [Charges the Enemy. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, 1; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus. [Exit, charging the Enemy. CATO is over. powered, and falls. Luc. O young and noble Čato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; And may'st be honor'', being Cato's son. 1 Sold. Yield, or thu diest. Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough; Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, [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. Cl. Statilius show'd the torch-light; 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. Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world. Bru. Peace, then, no words. Cli. I'll Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! Dar. Cli. O, Dardanius! Dar. O, Clitus! rather kill myself. [Whispers him. I do such a deed? 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? Bru. Why, this, Volumnius: The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me Two several times by night: at Sardis, once; And, this last night, here in Philippi' fields. I know my hour is come. Vol. 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 pray thee, 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.-Country men, 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 labor'd to attain this hour. [Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, fly. Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. Bru. Hence; I will follow thee. Thy life hath had some smatch of honor in it: 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; Luc. So Brutus should be found.-I thank thee, That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. Brutus, 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, Messala. 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; Oct. According to his virtue let us use him, [Exeunt • Recommend MENAS, MENECRATES, { Friends of Pompey. TAURUS, Lieutenant-General to Cæsar. CANIDICS, Lieutenant-General to Antony. SILIUS, an Officer in Ventidius's Army. EUPHRONIUS, an Ambassador from Antony Cæsar. ALEXAS, MARDIAN, SELEUCUS, and DIOMEDes, At tendants on Cleopatra. A Soothsayer. A Clown. CLEOPATRA, Queen of Egypt. OCTAVIA, Sister to Cæsar, and Wife to Antony. CHARMIAN, IRAS, Attendants on Cleopatra. Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants. SCENE, dispersed; in several parts of the Roman Empire. ACT I. SCENE I.-Alexandria. A Room in Cleopatra's Is come from Cæsar; therefore hear it, Antony. Palace. Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO. Phi. Nay, but this dotage of our general's, O'erflows the measure: Those his goodly eyes, That o'er the tiles and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great tights had burst The buckles on his breast, reneges' all temper; And is become the bellows and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust. Look, where they come! Flourish. Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, with their Trains; Eunuchs fanning her. Take but good note, and you shall see in him The triple pillar of the world transform'd 'nto a strumpet's fool: behold and see. Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd. Cleo. I'll set a bourn2 how far to be belov'd. new earth. Enter an Attendant. Att. News, my good lord, from Rome. Ant. Grates3 me:-The sum? Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony. Fulvia, perchance, is angry: Or, who knows If the scarce-bearded Cæsar have not sent His powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this; Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that; Perform't, or else we damn thee. Ant. How, my love! Clen. Pe.chance,-nay, and most like, You must not stay here longer, your dismission Where's Fulvia's process 5 Cæsar's, I would say? -Both There's not a minute of our lives should stretch |