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But it sufficeth, that the day will end,
SCENE II.—The same. The Field of Battle.
Alarum. 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.
SCENE III.- The same.
Another Part of the Field.
Alarum. Enter Cassius and Titinius.
Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early :
Cus. 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 lov'st me,
Pin. [Above.] O my lord !
Pin. Titinius is
and, hark! They shout for joy.
[Shout. Cas. Come down, behold no more.
O, coward that I am, to live so long,
Enter PINDARUS. 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 should'st 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.
[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. [Exit.
Re-enter TITINIUS, with Messala.
Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
Tit. All disconsolate,
Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground ?
Tit. No, this was he, Messala, But Cassius is no more.–O setting sun ! As in his 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 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 :
Tit. Hie you, Messala,
shouts ? :
And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.-
Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with Brutus, young
Cato, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, 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 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 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. [Excunt.