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Bru. Nothing, Messala.
That, methinks, is strange. Bru. Why ask you? Hear you aught of her in yours?
Mes. No, my lord.
Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. Mes. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell : For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. Bru. Why, farewell, Portia. . We must die, Messala:
With meditating that she must die once,
Mes. Even so great men great losses should endure.
Cas. I have as much of this in art as you, But yet my nature could not bear it so.
Bru. Well, to our work alive. What do you think Of marching to Philippi presently?
Cas. I do not think it good.
This it is:
'Tis better, that the enemy seek us:
Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.
The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground,
These people at our back.
Hear me, good brother. You must note be
We, at the height, are ready to decline.
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Then, with your will, go on : We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi. Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And nature must obey necessity; Which we will niggard with a little rest. There is no more to say?
Cas. No more. Good night; Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. Bru. Lucius, my gown. [Exit LUCIUS.] Farewe good Messala; Good night, Titinius: - Noble, noble Cassius, Good night, and good repose. Cas. This was an ill beginning of the night: Never come such division 'tween our souls! Let it not, Brutus.
O my dear brother!
Every thing is well. Cas. Good night, my lord.
Good night, good brother. Tit. Mes. Good night, lord Brutus.
Farewell, every one. [Exeunt CAS. TIT. and Mrs.
Var. Calls my lord?
Bru. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent, and sleep; It may be, I shall raise you by and by On business to my brother Cassius.
Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch your pleasure.
Bru. I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs; may be, I shall otherwise bethink me. Look, Luci here's the book I sougia for so: I put it in the pocket of my gown.
[Servants lie down. Luc. I was sure, your lordship did not give it me. Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.
Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might;
Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army.
Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered: You said, the enemy would not come down, But keep the hills and upper regions; It proves not so: their battles are at hand; They mean to warn us at Philippi here, Answering before we do demand of them.
Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know Wherefore they do it; they could be content To visit other places; and come down With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face, To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage; But 'tis not so.
Enter a Messenger.
Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left.
Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and others. Bru. They stand, and would have parley. Cas. Stand fast, Titinius: We must out and talk. Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle? Ant. No, Cæsar, we will answer on their charge. Make forth, the generals would have some words.
Oct. Stir not until the signal.
Bru. Words before blows: Is it so, countrymen?
Clau. My lord.
Bru. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep? Var Clau. Did we, my lord?
Ay; Saw you any thing? Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing.
Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
For have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers
It shall be done, my lord. [Exeunt.
Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar :
You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds,
And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet;
Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing make
The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
I draw a sword against conspirators;
Bru. Cæsar, thou can'st not die by traitors, Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
Oct. So I hope; I was not born to die on Brutus' sword. Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Young man, thou could'st not die more honourable. Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour, Join'd with a masker and a reveller. Ant. Old Cassius still! Oct. Come, Antony; away. Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth: If you dare fight to-day, come to the field; If not, when you have stomachs.
[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.
What says my general?
This is my birth-day; as this very day
Upon one battle all our liberties.
This morning are they fled away, and gone;
Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.
I but believe it partly;
Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy,
For fear of what might fall, so to prevent
Bra. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble
That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;
Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus !
Bru. Why then, lead on. — - O, that a man might know
The end of this day's business, ere it come !
Come, ho! away! [Exeunt. 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.
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
Mes. Is not that he? Tit. No, this was he, Messala, But Cassius is no more. O setting sun! As in thy 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
Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus?
Mes. Seek him, Titinius: whilst I go to meet The noble Brutus, thrusting this report Into his ears: I may say, thrusting it; For piercing steel, and darts envenomed, Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus, As tidings of this sight.
And bid me giv't thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts ?
Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing.
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.
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
To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.
I will proclaim my name about the field:
Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me?
Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. Ant. Where is he?
[Charges the enemy. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus. [Exit, charging the enemy. CATO is over
powered, and falls.
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; [Offering money. Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. 1 Sold. We must not. A noble prisoner!
2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news. — Here comes the general:
Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough; I dare assure thee, that no enemy
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
Dar. O, Clitus!
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?
Why, this, Volumnius: The ghost of Cæsar hath appeared to me Two several times by night: at Sardis, once; And, this last night, here in Philippi' fields. I know, my hour is come.
Not so, my lord. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it 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-bilts, 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;
[Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, fly. Cli. Fly, my lord, fly.
Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it:
Stra. Give me your hand first: Fare you well, my
Hence; I will follow thee. [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS. I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
Oct. What man is that? Mes. My master's man. master?
Strato, where is thy
Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala; The conquerors can but make a fire of him; For Brutus only overcame himself,
And no man else hath honour by his death.
Luc. So Brutus should be found.- I thank thee, Brutus,
That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.
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 :
Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,