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.

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SCENE II.The Plains of Philippi.- Another Part of

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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.

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.

[Alarums, R.
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 ;

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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.
And hark-
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,

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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.

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.

[Alarums.-Scene changes.

SCENE III. –The Plains of Philippi.---Another Part of

the Field.--Alarums.

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.

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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.

[Whispering him.
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,


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