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Took it too eagerly; his soldiers fell to spoil,
Whilft we by Antony were all inclos'd.

Enter Pindarus.
Pin. Fly further off, my lord, Ay further off;
Mark Antony is in your Tents, my lord;
Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.

Caf. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius, Are those my Tents, where I perceive the fire ?

Tit. They are, my lord. :

Caf. 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, ev'n with a thought. [Exit.

Car. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill, My sight was ever thick ; regard Titinius,

And tell me what thou note'st about the field. : .. This day I breathed first; time is come round;

And where I did begin, there shall I end;
My life is run its compass. Now, what news?

Pind. above. Oh, my lord!
Cal. What news?

Pind. Titinius is enclosed round about
With horsemen, that make to him on the spur;
Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him;
Titinius ! now some light oh, he lights too –
He's ta'en and hark, they shout for joy. [Shout.

Caf. Come down, behold no more ;
Oh, coward that I am, to live so long,
To see my best friend ta’en before my face!

. 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, ; 'Thou shouldst attempt it. Come, now keep thine oath, Now be a freeman; and with this good sword,


That ran through Cæfar's bowels, search this bosom.
Stand not to answer ; here, take thou the hilt;
And when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,
Guide thou the sword Cæfar, thou art reveng'd,
Ev'n with the sword that kill'd thec. — [Kills himself.

Pind. So, I am free; yet would not so have been,..
Durst I have done my Will. Oh, Cassius!
Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
Where never Roman shall take note of him. [Exit.

Enter Titinius, and Meffala.
Mes. It is but Change, Titinius ; for Oétavius
Is overthrown by Noble Brutus' power,
As Cassius' legions are by Antony.

Tit. These ridings will well comfort Caffius.
Mer. Where did you leave him?

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

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

Tit. No, this was he, Meffala;
But Caffius is no more! Oh, fercing Sun!
As in thy red rays thou dost link to night,
So in his red blood Cafius' day is set;
The Sun of Rome is set ! our day is gone;
Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done ;
Miftrust of my success hath done this deed.

Mef. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
Oh hateful Error, Melancholy's child!
Why doft thou shew to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? Error, soon conceiv’d,
Thou never com'ft unto a happy birth,
But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee.

Tit. What, Pindarus? where art thou, Pindarus ?
Mef. Seek hin, Titinius; whilft I go to meet
The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
Into his ears; I may say, thrusting it;
For piercing steel, and darts invenomed,
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,
As tidings of this fight. .

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Tm Hye you, Melalàg
And I will féck for Pindanus the while. (Exit Meft.
Why didst thousend me forchy, braye-hafius!
Did I'not mcerithy friends, and did not chey :::
Put on my brows this wreath of victory,
And bid me give it thee? didit thou not hear their

shouts ?
Alas, thou hast misconstru'd ev.ry thing,
But hold thee; takle, 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 Caffius.
By your leave, Gods This is a Roman's part,

... [Stabs bimself Come, Cafius? sword, and find Titinius' heart. [Dies. Alarum. Enter Brutus, Meffala, young Gato, Strato,

Volumnius, and Lucilius,
Bru. Where, where, Me fala, doth his body lye?
Mes. Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it,
Bru. Titinius' face is upward.
Cato. He is lain.

Bru. Oh Julius Cæfars, thou art mighty yet!
Thy Spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords,
In our own proper entrails.

[Low alarums. Cato. Brava Titinius! Look, if he have not crown'd dead Casius!

Bru. Are yet two. Romans living, such as these? Thou last of all the Romans! fare chee well; It is impossible, that ever Rome Should breed, thy fellow. (33) Friends, I owe more

tears , To this dead man, than you shall, see me pay,

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Friends, I owe more Tears To this dead Man.) This Passage (but why, I know not) seems twice to have been sneer'd in Beaumont and Fletcher's Knight of the burning Peftle. Lucé crying over Jasper, her Sweetheart, suppos’d dead, says;

Good Friends, depart a little, whilt I take
My Leave of this dead Man, that once I lov'd.

.. And

I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time
Comc, therefore, (34) and to Thassos send his body:
His funeral shall not be in our Camp,
Left it discomfort us. Lucilius, come;
And come, young Cato; - let us to the field.
Labio, and Flavius, set our battels on.
'Tis three o'clock ; and, Romans, yet ere night'
We shall try fortune in a second fight: [Exeunts
Alarum. Enter Brutus, Meffala, Cato, Lucilius,

and Flavius. Bru. Yet, Countrymen, oh yet, hold up your heads..

Cato. What bastard doth not? who will go with me? I will proclaim my name about the field.. I am the Son of Marcus Gato, ho! . . A foe to tyrants, and my Country's friend. I am the Son of Marcus Gato, ho !

Enter Soldiers and fight. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I ; Brutus, my Country's friend ; know me for Brutus.

[Exit. Luc. Oh young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou dieft as bravely as Titinius; And may'st be honour'd, being Cato's Son.

Sold. Yield, or thou dieft.

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.

Sold. We must not. "A Noble Prisoner!
And Master Humphry, before, says to Lucé.

I care not at what Price; for, oi my Word, it
Shall be repaid again, although it cost me

More than I'll speak of now. (34) on and to Tharsus send bis Body,] Thus all the Editions hitherto, very ignorantly. But the whole Tenor of History warrants us to write, as I have restored the Text, Thasos. Tharfos was a Town of Cilicia, in Afia Minor: and is it probable, Brutus could think of sending Caffius's Body thither out of Thrace, where they were now ihcampa? Thalsos, on the contrary, was a little Isle lying close upon Thrace, and at but a small Distance from Philippi, to which the Body might very comn.oliously be transported. Vid. Plutarch, Appian, Dion Callius, &c.


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Enter Antony. 2 Sold. Room, ho! tell Antony, Brutus is ta’en.

I Sold. I'll tell the news, here comes the General: Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my Lord.

Ant. Where is he?

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!
When you do find him or alive, or dead,
He will be found like Bratus, like himfelf.

Ant. This is not Brutus, friend, but I assure you,
A prize no less in worth; keep this man safe,
Give him all kindness. I had rather have
Such men my friends, than enemies. Go on,
And see if Brutus be alive or dead;
And bring us word unto Oétavius' Tent,
How every thing is chanc'd..


SCENE changes to another part of the Field. Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clicus, Strato,

and Volumnius. Bru. COME, poor Remains of friends, rest on this

rock. Cli. Statilius shew'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-

Cli. What I, my Lord? no, not for all the world.
Bru. Peace then, no words.
Cli. I'll rather kill my self.
Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius!
Dar. I do such a deed ?
Cli. Oh Dardanius!
Dar. Oh Clitus!

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