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But I do find it cowardly and vile,

For fear of what might fall, so to prevent

The time of life: -arming myself with patience, To stay the providence of some high powers, That govern us below.

Cas.

Then, if we lose this battle,

You are contented to be led in triumph
Thorough the streets of Rome?

Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble
Roman,

That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;
He bears too great a mind. But this same day
Must end that work, the ides of March begun ;
And whether we shall meet again, I know not.
Therefore our everlasting farewell take:
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!
If we do meet again, why we shall smile;
If not, why then this parting was well made.
Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus !
If we do meet again, we 'll smile indeed;
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,

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Come, ho! away!

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

The Field of Battle.

Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA.

Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these

bills'

Directions for the officers.

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.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

Alarum.

Another Part of the Field.

Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS.

Cas. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly ! Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy: This ensign here of mine was turning back; slew the coward, and did take it from him. Tit. Ó Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early: Who having some advantage on Octavius, Took it too eagerly: his soldiers fell to spoil, Whilst we by Antony are all enclos'd.

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

Cas.

lord.

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, Whether yond' troops are friend or enemy. Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. [Exit

Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill;
My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius,
And tell me what thou not'st about the field. —
[Exit PINDARus.
This day I breathed first: time is come round,
And where I did begin, there I shall end;
My life is run his compass.

Pin. [Above.] O my lord!
Cas. What news?

Pin. Titinius is

Sirrah, what news?

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.

[Shout.

Cas.
Come down, behold no more.
O, coward, that I am, to live so long,
To see my best friend ta'en before

Enter PINDARUS.

Come hither, sirrah:

my

face!

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.

Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
As Cassius' legions are by Antony.

Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
Mes. Where did you leave him?

Tit.
All disconsolate,
With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground? Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart! Mes. Is not that he?

Tit.

But Cassius is no more.

No, this was he, Messala,
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 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?
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.

Tit.
Hie you, Messala,
And I will seek for Pindarus the while.

[Exit MESSALA.

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 '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?
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.

Brave Titinius!

Cato. 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. [Exeunt.

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