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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.
Cus. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutu !
If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed ;
If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made.
Bru. Why then, lead on.-Oh, that a man might know
The end of this day's business, ere it come!
But, it sufficeth that the day will end,
And then the end is known.-Come, ho! away!
[Flourish of Trumpets. Exeunt R.
SCENE II.—The Plains of Philippi.- Another Part of
Enter Cassius, (R. S. E.) with an Eagle in his hand, and
Cas. (c.) O look, Trebonius, look, the villains fly!
Myself have o mine own turn'd enemy :
This ensign here of mine was turning back ;
I slew the coward, and did take it from him.
Tre. 0, 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 enclosed.
Enter PINDARUS, L.
Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off;
Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord :
Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.
Cas. This hill is far enough.Look, look, 'Trebonius :-
Are those my tents where I perceive the fire ?
Tre. They are, my lord.
Cas. Trebonius, 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 assured,
Whether yond' troops are friend or enemy.
T're. I will be here again even with a thought.
[Evit Trebonius, R. Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill ;
My sight was ever thick : regard Trebonius.
And tell me what thou not'st about the field.-
[Exit Pindarus, R.
This day (c.) I breathed first ; time is come round,
And where I did begin, there shall I end;
My life is run his compass.--Sirrah, what news ?
Pin. [Without.] 0, my lord !
Cas. What news!
Pin. [Without.] Trebonius is
Enclosed round about with horseinen, that
Make to him on the spur ;--yet he spurs on :-
Now they are almost on him :--Now, Trebonius ! -
Now some 'light ! O, he 'lights too : he's ta'en ;-
[Shouts, and Flourish of Trumpets.
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 PixdARUS, R. S. E.
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 oath
Now be a freeman ; and, with this good sword,
That ran though Cæsar's bowels, search this bosom.
Stand not to answer : Here, take thou the hills;
And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,
Guide thou the sword.-
[Pindarus takes the Sword, and Cussius runs upon it :
he falls, c.
Cæsar, thou art revenged,
Even with the sword that kill'd thee.
Pin. So am I free ; yet would not so have been,
Durst I have done my will.--0, Cassius !
Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
Where never Roman shall take note of him. [Exit, l.
Entér TREBONIUS, with a Laurel Crown on his Head, ana
Tit. It is but change, Trebonius; for Octavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
As Cassius' legions are by Antony.
Tre. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
Tit. Where did you leave him ?
Tre. All disconsolate,
With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.
Tit. (Sees Cassius' body.] Is not that he that lies upon
the ground ?
He lies not like the living.–0, my heart !
Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.-
What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus ?
Tit. Seek him, Trebonius ; while I go to bring
The noble Brutus to this piercing sight. [Exit Titinius, R.
Tre. Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
Did I meet thy friends ? and did not they
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.
Enter Titinius, BRUTUS, METELLUS, LUCIUS, VARRO.--
Standards. S. P. Q. R. Silver Eagles, Lictors, and
Guards, R. S. E. and u. E.
Bru. (R.) Where, where, Titinius, doth his body lie ;
Tit. Lo, yonder; and Trebonius mourning it.
Bru. [Bending over Cassius' body.] O, Julius Cæsar
thou art mighty yet ?
Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords
In our own proper entrails.
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.
Stoop, soldier, stoop, and bear the body hence.
[Soldiers prepare to bear away the budy
Now let us to the field ; for yet, ere night,
We will try fortune in a second fight.
SCENE III. –The Plains of Philippi.---Another Part of
Enter Flavius, TITINIUS, Servius, Standards, S. P.Q
R. Silver Eagles, Lictors, Guards.
Fla. (L.) Run, ho !—Tell Antony, Brutus is ta’en.
Ser. Here comes the general. (Flourish of Trumpets.
Enter ANTONY, CLITUS, STRATO, Standards, S. P, Q. R.
Golden Eagle, Lictors, und Guards, R.
Fla. Brutus is ta'en, my lord ; Brutus is ta’en.
Ant. (R. C.) Where is he ?
Tit. (L. c.) 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 Brutus, like himself.
Ant. Keep this man safe,
Give him all kindness : I had rather have
Such men my friends, than enemies.
This is not Brutus, sirs; but, I assure you,
A prize well worth a soldier's arm.--Go on,
And see whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead :
And bring us word unto Octavius' tent,
How every thing is chanced.
[Flourish of Trumpets.- Exeunt Servius und Flavius,
L.-Antony, Titinius, Clitus, Strato, &c. R.
SCENE IV.-The Plain of Phillippi.---Another Part of
the Field.--A Retreat sounded.
Enter BRUTUS, METELLUS, VARRO, and Lucius, L. Bru. (c.) Come, poor remains of friends, let's rest us
here.-. Slaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion.-Hark thee, Lucius.
Luc. What I, my lord ? No, not for all the world,
Bru. Peace then, no words.
Luc. I'll rather kill myself.
Bru. Come hither, good Metellus : [Metellus advances]
list a word.
The ghost of Cæsar hath appeared to me
Two several times by night ; at Sardis, once ;
And this last night, here in Philippi's fields.
I know, my hour is come.
Met. Brutus! Not so.
Bru. Nay, I am sure it is.
Thou see'st the world, Metellus, how it goes.
Our enemies have beat us to the pit ;
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,