Therefore our everlasting farewell take :- If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made. Bru. Why then, lead on.-O, that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come! But it sufficeth, that the day will end, And then the end is known.-Come, ho! away! SCENE II. The same. The Field of Battle. Alarum. and MESSALA. [Exeunt Enter BRUTUS Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills Unto the legions on the other side : Let them set on at once; for I perceive But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing, [Loud alarum. And sudden push gives them the overthrow. Ride, ride, Messala; let them all come down. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. Another Part of the Field. Alarum. Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS. Cas. O, look. Titinius, look, the villains fly! Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early: Enter PINDArus. 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 ? 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, Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. [Exit. My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius, [Exit PINDARUS. Pin. [above.] O my lord! 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 :-O, he 'lights too :-He's ta'en ;-and. hark! They shout for joy. Cas. Come down, behold no more. Ọ, coward that I am, to live so long, To see my best friend ta'en before my face!- Re-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, [Shout. Thou shouldst 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. Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. Tit. All disconsolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground? Mes. Is not that he? Tit. No, this was he, Messala, O my heart! But Cassius is no more.-O setting sun! Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done! Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. 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? Into his ears: I may say, thrusting it; Tit. Hie you, Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus the while. Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? [Exit MES. And bid me give't thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts ? Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing. 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? 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. Cato. Brave Titinius! [Low alarums. Look, if 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 SCENE IV. [Exeunt. Another Part of the Field. Alarum. Enter, fighting, Soldiers I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! [Charges the enemy. [Exit, charging the enemy. CATO is overpowered, 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. [Offering money. 1 Sold. We must not.-A noble prisoner! 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. Enter ANTONY. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough : Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus : The gods defend him from so great a shame! Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you SCENE V. Another Part of the Field. Go on, [Exeunt. Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS. Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. Cli. 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 rather kill myself. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! Dar. I do such a deed? Dar. O, Clitus ! [Whispers him. Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? 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. |