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Took it too eagerly; his soldiers fell to spoil,
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,
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;
Pind. above. Oh, my lord!
Pind. Titinius is enclosed round about
Caf. Come down, behold no more ;
. 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.
Pind. So, I am free; yet would not so have been,..
Enter Titinius, and Meffala.
Tit. These ridings will well comfort Caffius.
Tit. All disconfolate,
Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground ?
Tit. No, this was he, Meffala;
Mef. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
Tit. What, Pindarus? where art thou, Pindarus ?
Tm Hye you, Melalàg
... [Stabs bimself Come, Cafius? sword, and find Titinius' heart. [Dies. Alarum. Enter Brutus, Meffala, young Gato, Strato,
Volumnius, and Lucilius,
Bru. Oh Julius Cæfars, thou art mighty yet!
[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,
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
I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time
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;
Sold. We must not. "A Noble Prisoner!
I care not at what Price; for, oi my Word, it
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.
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.
Ant. This is not Brutus, friend, but I assure you,
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;