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Bru. Nothing, Messala.
Farewell, every one. Mes. That, methinks, is strange.
(Freunt Cas. Tit. and Mys. Bru. Why ask you ? Hear you aught of her in
Re-enter Lucius, with the gown. Mes. No, my 'ord.
Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument? Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. Luc. Here in the tent. Mes. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell : Bru.
What, thou speak'st drowsily? For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'. Bru. Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Call Claudius, and some other of my men : Messala :
I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent. With meditating that she must die once,
Luc. Varro, and Claudius! I have the patience to endure it now.
Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS. Mes. Even so great men great losses should endure.
lord ? Cas. I have as much of this in art as you,
Bru. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent, and sleep; But yet my nature could not bear it so.
It may be, I shall raise you by and by Bru. Well, to our work alive. What do
think On business to my brother Cassius. Of marching to Philippi presently?
Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch Cas. I do not think it good.
your pleasure. Bru. Your reason?
Bru. I will not have it so : lie down, good sirs; Cas.
This it is : It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me. 'Tis better, that the enemy seek us :
Look, Lucius, here's the book I sougis for so : So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, I put it in the pocket of my gown. Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still,
[Servants lie down. Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness.
Luc. I was sure, your lordship did not give it me. Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forbetter.
getful. The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground, Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, Do stand but in a forc'd affection ;
And touch thy instrument a strain or two? For they have grudg'd us contribution :
Luc. Ay, my lord, an it please you. The enemy, marching along by them,
It does, my boy : By them shall make a fuller number up,
I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encourag'd; Luc. It is my duty, sir. From which advantage shall we cut him off,
Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy miglit; If at Philippi we do face him there,
I know, young bloods look for a time of rest. These people at our back.
Luc. I have slept, my lord, already. Cas.
Hear me, good brother. Bru. It is well done ; and thou shalt sleep agun; Bru. Under your pardon. - You must note be- I will not hold thee long : if I do live, side,
I will be good to thee. [Musick, and a Song. That we have try'd the utmost of our friends, This is a sleepy tune : O murd'rous slumber ! Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe : Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, The enemy increaseth every day,
That plays thee musick ? - Gentle knave, good We, at the height, are ready to decline.
night; There is a tide in the affairs of men,
I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee. Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument; Omitted, all the voyage of their life
I'll take it from thee: and, good boy, good night. Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.
Let me see, let me see :-Is not the leaf turn'd down, On such a full sea are we now afloat ;
Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. And we must take the current when it scrves,
[He sits down. Or lose our ventures. Cas. Then, with your will, go on :
Enter the Ghost of CÆSAR. We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi. How ill this taper burns! – Ha! who comes here? Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes, And nature must obey necessity ;
That shapes this monstrous apparition. Which we will niggard with a little rest.
It comes upon me:- Art thou any thing? There is no more to say ?
Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, Cas.
No more. Good night; | That mak’st my blood cold, and my hair to stare? Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.
Speak to me, what thou art. Bru. Lucius, my gown. (Exit Lucius.] Fare- Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. well, good Messala ;
Why com'st thou ? Good night, Titinius : - Noble, noble Cassius, Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Philippi. Good night, and good repose.
Bru. Well; Cas.
O my dear brother! Then I shall see thee again? This was an ill beginning of the night :
Ay, at Philippi. Never come such division 'tween our souls !
(Ghost vanishes. Let it not, Brutus.
Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then. Bru. Every thing is well.
Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest : Cas. Good night, my lord.
Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee. Bru.
Good night, good brother. Boy! Lucius! - Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Tit. Mes. Good night, lord Brutus.
Luc. The strings, my lord, are false.
Clou. My lord. Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instrument. Bru. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep? Lucius, awake.
Var Clau. Did we, my lord ? Luc. My lord !
Ay; Saw you any thing? Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing. cry’dst out?
Nor I, my lord. Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother Bru. Yes, that thou didst : Didst thou see any
Bid him set on his powers betimes before, Luc. Nothing, my lord.
And we will follow. Bru. Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah, Claudius! Var. Clau.
It shall be done, my lord. Fellow thou ! awake,
(Ereunt. Var. My lord.
have stol’n their buzzing, Antony,
And, very wisely, threat before you sting. Enter OctaviUS, ANTONY, and their Army.
Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile
daggers Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered :
Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar : You said, the enemy would not come down, You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like But keep the hills and upper regions ;
hounds, It proves not so : their battles are at hand;
And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet; They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind, Answering before we do demand of them.
Struck Cæsar on the neck. O flatterers! Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know Cas. Flatterers ! - Now, Brutus, thank yourself : Wherefore they do it; they could be content
This tongue had not offended so to-day, To visit other places; and come down
If Cassius might have ruld. With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face,
Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing make To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage ;
us sweat, But 'tis not so.
The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
I draw a sword against conspirators ;
When think you that the sword goes up again? The enemy comes on in gallant show ;
Never, till Cæsar's three and twenty wounds Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,
Be well aveng'd; or till another Cæsar And something to be done immediately.
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors. Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
Bru. Cæsar, thou can’st not die by traitors, Upon the left hand of the even field.
Unless thou bring'st them with thee. Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left.
So I hope ; Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent ?
I was not born to die on Brutus' sword. Oct. I do not cross you ; but I will do so. [March.
Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their Army; Young man, thou could’st not die more honourable. Lucilius, Titinius, MESSALA, and others.
Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such
Come, Antony; away.
If not, when you have stomachs. Bru. Words before blows: Is it so, country- [Ereunt OCTAVIUS, Antony, and their Army men?
Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow ; and Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do.
swim, bark ! Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes, The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. Octavius.
Bru. Ilo! Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good Lucilius ; hark, a word with you. words :
My lord. Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart,
[Brutus and Lucilius converse apart. Crying, Long live ! hail, Cæsar !
Cas. Messala, Cas.
What says my general ? The posture of your blows are yet unknown ;
Messala, But for your words, they rob the Hybla bces, This is my birth-day ; as this very day And leave them honeyless.
Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala : Ant.
Not stingless too. Be thou my witness, that, against my will, Bru. O, yes, and soundless too ;
As Pompey was, am I compellid to set
Upon one battle all our liberties.
The same. Another Part of the And his opinion : now I change my mind,
Field. And partly credit things that do presage.
Alarum. Enter Cassius and TITINIUS. Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign Two mighty eagles fell; and there they perch'd,
Cas. 0, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands;
Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy : Who to Philippi here consorted us;
This ensign here of mine was turning back; This morning are they fled away, and gone;
I slew the coward, and did take it from him. And in their steads, do ravens, crows, and kites,
Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early : Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us,
Who having some advantage on Octavius, As we were sickly prey; their shadows seem
Took it too eagerly ; his soldiers fell to spoil, A canopy most fatal, under which
Whilst we by Antony are all enclos’d.
Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off ; For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd
Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord ! To meet all perils very constantly
Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off. Bru. Even so, Lucilius.
Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, TitiCas.
Now, most noble Brutus, The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may,
Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire ? Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age !
Tit. They are, my lord. But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain,
Titinius, if thou lov'st me, Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him, If we do lose this battle, then is this
Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops, The very last time we shall speak together :
And here again ; that I may rest assur'd, What are you then determined to do?
Whether yond' troops are friend or enemy. Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy,
Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. By which I did blame Cato for the death
(Exit. Which he did give himself: - I know not how,
Cit. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill ; But I do find it cowardly and vile,
My sight was ever thick ; regard Titinius, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent
And tell me what thou not'st about the field. The time of life: - arming myself with patience,
[Erit PindaRUS. To stay the providence of some high powers,
This day I breathed first : time is come round, That govern us below.
And where I did begin, there shall I end; Cas.
Then, if we lose this battle, My life is run his compass. Sirrah, what news? You are contented to be led in triumph
Pin. [Above.] O my lord !
Cas. What news?
Pin. Titinius is
Enclosed round about with horsemen, that
Make to him on the
spur; yet he spurs on. He bears too great a mind. But this same day
Now they are almost on him ; now, Titinius ! Must end that work, the ides of March begun;
Now some 'light :-0, he 'lights too :- he's And whether we shall meet again, I know not.
and hark !
[Shout. Therefore our everlasting farewell take:
They shout for joy.
Come down, behold no more.
0, coward that I am, to live so long, If not, why then this parting was well inade.
To see my best friend ta'en before my face !
Come hither, sirrah :
And then I swore thee, saving of thy life, The end of this day's business, ere it come!
That whatsoever I did bid thee do, But it sufficeth, that the day will end,
Thou should'st attempt it. Come now, keep thine And then the end is known, Come, ho! away!
oath ! (Exeunt. Now be a freeman; and, with this good sword,
That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this SCENE II. - The same. The Field of Battle.
Stand not to answer: Here, take thou the hilts ; Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA.
And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now, Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these Guide thou the sword. Cæsar, thou art reveng d, bills
Even with the sword that kill'd thee. [Dies. Unto the legions on the other side :
Pin. So, I am free ; yet would not so have becti,
(Loud alarum Durst I have done my will. O Cassius! Let them set on at once ; for I perceive
Far from this country Pindarus shall run, But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing,
Where never Roman shall take note of him. [Eril. And sudden push gives them the overthrow,
Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. Ride, ride, Messala ; let them all come down.
[Ereunt. Mes. It is but change, Titinius ; for Octavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
And come, young Cato ; let us to the field. As Cassius' legions are by Antony.
Labeo, and Flavius, set our battles on :T'it. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. 'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night Mes. Where did you leave him ?
We shall try fortune in a second fight. [Exeunt. Tit.
All disconsolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.
SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field. Mes. Is not that he that lies upon the ground ?
Alarum. T'it. He lies not like the living. O my heart !
Enter fighting, Soldiers of both Armies ;
then Brutus, Cato, LUCILIUS, and others. Mes. Is not that he ? Tit.
No, this was he, Messala, Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your But Cassius is no more. () setting sun!
heads! As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night,
Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with So in his red blood Cassius' day is set ;
me? The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone;
I will proclaim my name about the field : Clouds, dews, and dangers come ; our deeds are I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho ! done!
A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho ! Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this
(Charges the enemy. deed.
Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; O hateful error, melancholy's child !
Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus, Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
[Erit, charging the enemy.
Cato is overThe things that are not ? O error, soon conceiv'd,
powered, and falls. Thou never com'st unto a happy birth,
Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee.
Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pin- And may'st be honour'd being Cato's son. darus?
1 Suld. Yield, or thou diest. Mes. Seek him, Titinius : whilst I go to meet Luc.
Only I yield to die : The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight; Into his ears: I may say, thrusting it ;
[Offering money. For piercing steel, and darts envenomed,
Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,
1 Sold. We must not. A noble prisoner! As tidings of this sight.
2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. Tit.
1 Sold. I'll tell the news. Here comes the And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.
Ant. Where is he? Put on my brows this wreath of victory, And bid me giv't thee? Didst thou not hear their Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough ; shouts ?
I dare assure thee, that no enemy Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing.
Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus : But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow;
The gods defend him from so great a shame! Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I
When you do find him, or alive, or dead, will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace,
He will be found like Brutus, like himself. And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.
Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure By your leave, gods : This is a Roman's part:
you, Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. A prize no less in worth : keep this man safe,
[Dies. Give him all kindness : I had rather have
Such men my friends, than enemies. Alarum. Re-enter Messala, with BRUTUS, young And see whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead : Cato, Strato, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS.
And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent, Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie ? How every thing is chanc'd.
[Ereunt. Mes. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it. Bru. Titinius' face is upward.
SCENE V. - Another Part of the Field. Cato.
He is slain. Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet!
Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and
VOLUMNIUS. Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails. [Low alarums. Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this Cato. Brave Titinius!
rock. Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius! Cli. Statilius show'd the torch-light; but, my lord,
Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these? He came not back; he is or ta’en, or slain. The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: Slaying is the word; It is impossible, that ever Rome
It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus. – Should breed thy fellow, Friends, I owe more
Cli. What, I, my lord ? No, not for all the world. To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.
Bru. Peace then, no words. I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.
I'll rather kill myself, Come, therefore, and to Thassos send his body ; Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! [Whispers him. His funerals shall not be in our camp,
I do such a deed ? Lest it discomfort us. - Lucilius, come ;
Cli. O, Dardanius!
Dar. O, Clitus!
Thy life hath had some smatch of honcur in it : Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? Hold then iny sword, and turn away thy face, Dar. To kill him, Clitus ; Look, he meditates. While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato ? Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
Stra. Give me your hand first : Fare you well, my That it runs uver even at his eyes.
I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.
[He runs on his sword, and dies. The ghost of Cæsar hath appeared to me Two several times by night : at Sardis, once ;
Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY,
MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and their And, this last night, here in Philippi' fields.
army. I know, my hour is come.
Oct. What man is that?
Mes. My master's man. Strato, where is thy Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
master ? Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes;
Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala ; Our enemies have beat us to the pit :
The conquerors can but make a fire of him ; It is more worthy, to leap in ourselves,
For Brutus only overcame himself, Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, And no man else hath honour by his death. Thou know'st, that we two went to school together; Luc. So Brutus should be found.— I thank thee, Even for that our love of old, I pray thee,
Brutus, Hold thou my sword-bilts, whilst I run on it.
That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain them.
(Alarum still. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. Bru. Farewell to you –
Oct. Do so, Messala.
How died my master, Strato! Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep ;
Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Farewell to thee too, Strato. Countrymen,
Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life,
That did the latest service to my master. I found no man, but he was true to me.
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all : I shall have glory by this losing day,
All the conspirators, save only he, More than Octavius, and Mark Antony,
Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar ;
He, only, in a general honest thought,
His life was gentle ; and the elements
And say to all the world, This was a man! (Alarum. Cry within ; Fly, fly, fly. Oct. According to his virtue let us use him, Cli. Fly, my lord, fly.
With all respect, and rites of burial. Bru.
Hence; I will follow thee. Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie, [Ereunt Clitus, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS. Most like a soldier, order'd honourably. I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord :
So, call the field to rest : and let's away, Thou art a fellow of a good respect ;
To part the glories of this happy day. (Ezuni
and you ;
- and you,