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So I hope;

Bru. Cæsar, thou can'st not die by traitors,
Unless thou bring'st them with thee.

I was not horn 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 ho.

Join'd with a masker and a reveller.

Ant. Old Cassius still !

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.

(Ereunt Octavius, Antony, and their army. Cas. Why now, blow, wiod ; swell, billow; and

swim, bark!
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.

Bru. Ho!
Lucilius; hark, a word with

you. Luc.

My lord. (Brutus and Lucilius converse apart. Cas. Messala, Mes.

What says my general ? Cas.

Messala, This is my birth-day; as this very day Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala: Be thou my witness, that, against my will, As Pompey was, am I compell’d to set Upon one battle all our liberties. You know, that I held Epicurus strong, And his opinion : now I change my mind, And partly credit things that do presage. Coming from Sardis, on our formert ensign Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch'd, Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands; Who to Philippi here consorted f us. This morning are they fled away, and gone;

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And in their steads, do ravens, crows, and kites,
Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us,
As we were sickly prey; their shadows seem
A canopy most fatal, under which
Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.

Mes. Believe not so.

I but believe it partly;
For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd
To meet all perils very constantly.

Bru. Even so, Lucilius,

Now, most noble Brutus,
The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may,
Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!
But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain,
Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
If we do lose this battle, then is this
The very last time we shall speak together:
What are you then determined to do?

Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy,
By which I did blame Cato for the death
Which he did give himself: I know not how,
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.

Then, if we lose this battle,
You are contented to be led in triumplı
Thorough the streets of Rome?
Bru. No, Cassius, uo: think not, thou noble Ro.

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.-0, that a man might

The end of this day's business, ere it come!
But it sufficeth, that the day will end,
And tben the end is known.-Come, ho! away!



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 alarun. 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.



The same. Another part of the field.

Alarum. Enter Cassius and Titinius.
Cas. 0, look, Titinius, look, the villains Ay!
Myself have to mine owo turn'd enemy:
This ensigu here of mine was turning back ;
I slew the coward, and did take it from him.

Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early;

• Directions for the officers.

Who liaving 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, Ay far off. Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titi

nius; Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire ?

7'it. They are, my lord. Cas,

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 assurd, 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.-Sirrah, what news?

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

Pin. Titinius is
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:-0, he 'lights too :- he's ta'en ;and, hark !

[Shout. They shout for joy. Cas.

Come down, behold no more. O, 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 should'st attempt it. Come now, keep thine

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. (Dics.

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.

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 bim?

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?

No, this was he, Messala,
But Cassius is no more.-0 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 cotne; our deeds are

done! Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.

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