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 Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; know The end of this day's business, ere it come! 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. [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; Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire? 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; Pin. [Above.] O my lord! Pin. Titinius is Sirrah, what news? Enclosed round about with horsemen, that They shout for joy. [Shout. Cas. Enter PINDARUS. Come hither, sirrah: my face! In Parthia did I take thee prisoner; 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; Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been, Where never Roman shall take note of him. [Exit. Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. Tit. 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, So in his red blood Cassius' day is set; 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? Tit. [Exit MESSALA. Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? 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; [Dies. Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young Cato. [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. Lest it discomfort us.. Lucilius, come; And come, young Cato, let us to the field. |