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This day I breathed first: time is come round,
Pindarus. [Above] O my lord !
Pindarus. Titinius is enclosed round about
Come down, behold no more.0, coward that I am to live so long, To see my best friend ta'en before my face !
PINDARUS comes down
Come hither, sirrah !
Pindarus. So, I am free; yet would not so have been,
[Erit. Enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA
Messala. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
Titinius. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
Messala. Is not that he that lies upon the ground?
No, this was he, Messala,
Messala. 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.
Titinius. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus?
Messala. Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet
Hie you, Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus the while.—
[Exit Jessala. 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 give it 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. Enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young CATO, STRATO,
VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS
Brutus. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?
He is slain.
[Low alarums. Cato.
Brutus. Are yet two Romans living such as these?-
His funerals shall not be in our camp,
come, young Cato; let us to the field.-
SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field
BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and others
Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me?
[Charges the enemy. Brutus. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus !
[Exit, charging the enemy. Cato is overpowered, and falls. Lucilius. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius, And mayst be honor'd, being Cato's son.
1 Soldier. Yield, or thou diest. Lucilius.
Only I yield to die.
1 Soldier. We must not.--A noble prisoner!
Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta’en, my lord.
Antony. Where is he?
Lucilius. Safe, Antony ; Brutus is safe enough.
Antony. This is not Brutus, friend, but, I assure you,
SCENE V. Another Part of the Field Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS
Brutus. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.
Clitus. Statilius show'd the torch-light, but, my lord, He came not back; he is or ta’en or slain.
Brutus. Sit thee down, Clitus. Slaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
[Whispering. Clitus. What! I, my lord? No, not for all the world. Brutus. Peace then! no words. Clitus.
I'll rather kill myself. Brutus. Hark thee, Dardanius!
[Whispers him. Dardanius.
Shall I do such a deed :