: Now, Titinius!-now some 'light:-O, he 'lights too:- Cas. [Shout Come down, behold no more. O, coward that I am, to live so long, Come hither, sirrah: Enter PINDARUS. In Parthia did I take thee prisoner; Come now, keep thine oath! Now be a freeman; and with this good sword, That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this bosom. Guide thou the sword.-Cæsar, thou art reveng'd, [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. Tit. Tit. Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done! 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 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. Hie you, Messala, shouts? Didst thou not hear their Alas, thou hast misconstru'd everything. But, hold thee, take this garland on thy brow; By your leave, gods.-This is a Roman's part: Alarum. [Dies. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, YOUNG CATO, Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? 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. Brave Titinius! [Low alarums. Cato. It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more tears I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.- "Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night We shall try fortune in a second fight. Alarum. SCENE IV.-Another part of the Field. [Exeunt. Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both Armies; then BRUTUS, YOUNG CATO, LUCILIUS, and others. Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, 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 Cato, ho! A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; [Charges the enemy. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus! [Exit, charging the enemy. YOUNG CATO Lucil. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Lucil. Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. 1 Sold. We must not.-A noble prisoner! [Offering money. 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony Brutus is ta'en. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news.-Here comes the general.— Enter ANTONY. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. Ant. Where is he? Lucil. 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! Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, [Exeunt. SCENE V.-Another part of the Field. Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. Cli. Statilius show'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. [Whispering him. Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world. Bru. Peace, then, no words. Cli. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! Cli. O Dardanius! Dar. O Clitus! I'll rather kill myself. [Whispers him. Shall I do such a deed? Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? That it runs over even at his eyes. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. Bru. Vol. Not so, my lord. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. [Low alarums. Good Volumnius, It is more worthy to leap in ourselves Than tarry till they push us. Thou know'st that we two went to school together: Hold thou my sword-hilts whilst I run on it. [Alarum still. I shall have glory by this losing day So, fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, [Alarum. Cry within, “Fly, fly, fly!” Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. Hence! I will follow. [Exeunt CLI., DAR., and VOL. I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: Stra. Give me your hand first: fare you well, my lord. Bru. Farewell, good Strato.—Cæsar, now be still: I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. [He runs on his sword, and dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and Army; MESSALA and LUCILIUS, prisoners. Oct. What man is that? Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy master? Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala: The conquerors can but make a fire of him; For Brutus only overcame himself, And no man else hath honour by his death. Lucil. So Brutus should be found.—I thank thee, Brutus, That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. Oct. All that serv'd Brutus I will entertain them. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Mes. How died my master, Strato? Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. That did the latest service to my master. Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar; |