Therefore our everlasting farewel take; Bru. Why then, lead on. O, that a man might know The end of this day's bufinefs ere it come! But it fufficeth, that the day will end; And then the end is known. Come, ho, away. [Exeunt. Alarum. Enter Brutus and Meffala. [Loud alarum. Bru. Ride, ride, Meffala; ride, and give these bills Alarum. Enter Caffius and Titinius. Enter Pindarus. Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Mark Antony is in your Tents, my lord; Fly therefore, noble Caffius, fly far off. [Ex. Caf. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius, Are thofe my Tents, where I perceive the fire? Tit. They are, my lord. Caf. Titinius, if thou lov'ft me, Mount thou my horfe, and hide thy fpurs in him, And And here again; that I may reft affur'd, Tit. I will be here again, ev'n with a thought. [Exit. Caf. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill, My fight was ever thick; regard Titinius, And tell me what thou note'st about the field. This day I breathed firft; time is come round; And where I did begin, there shall I end; My life is run its compafs. Now, what news? Pind. above. Oh, my lord! Caf. What news? Pind. Titinius is inclofed round about With horsemen that make to him on the fpur; Caf. Come down, behold no more; Enter Pindarus. Come hither, firrah; In Parthia did I take thee prifoner; And then I fwore thee, faving of thy life, [Shout. Thou fhouldft attempt it. Come, now keep thine oath, That ran through Cafar's bowels, fearch this bofom. Guide thou the sword- Cafar, thou art reveng'd, Pind. So, I am free; yet would not fo have been, Durft I have done my will. Oh, Caffius! Far from this country Pindarus shall run, [Exit. Enter Titinius, and Meffala. Mef. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Is overthrown by noble Bratus' power, As Caffius' legions are by Antony. Tit. Thefe tidings will well comfort Caffius. Tit. All difconfolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. Mef. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground? Tit. No, this was he, Meffala; But Caffius is no more! Oh, fetting Sun! The Sun of Rome is fet! our day is gone; Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done; Miftruft of my fuccefs hath done this deed. Mef Miftruft of good fuccefs hath done this deed. Oh! hateful Error, Melancholy's child! Why doft thou fhew to the apt thoughts of men But kill'ft the mother that engender'd thee. Tit. What, Pindarus? where art thou, Pindarus ? Mef. Seek him Titinius; whilst I go to meet The noble Brutus, thrusting this report Into his ears; I may fay, thrufting it; Tit. Hie you, Meffala, And I will feek for Pindarus the while. [Exit Mef, Why didft thou fend me forth, brave Caffius!. [fhouts? And bid me give it thee? didft thou not hear their By By your leave, Gods This is a Romar's part. [Stabs himself Come, Caffius' word, and find Titinius' heart. [Dies. Alarum. Enter Brutus, Meffala, young Cato, Strato, Bru. Where, where, Meffala, doth his body lie Cato. He is flain, Bru. Oh Julius Cæfar, thou art mighty yet! Thy Spirit walks abroad, and turns our fwords In our own proper entrails. [Low alarums Cato. Brave Titinius! Look, if he have not crown'd dead Caffius! - Should breed thy fellow. (33) Friends, I owe more tears I fhall find time, Caffius, I fhall find time. Come, therefore, (34) and to Thasses fend his body: (33) Friends, I owe more tears To this dead man] This paffage (but why, I know not) seems twice to have been fneer'd in Beaumont and Fletcher's Knight of the burning Pefile. Lucé crying over Jasper, her sweetheart, fuppose dead, lays ; Good friends, depart a little, whilft I take And Mafter Humphry, before, fays to Lucé, I care not at what price; for, on my word, it More than I'll fpeak of now. (34)— -and to Tharfus fend his body.] Thus all the editions hitherto, very ignorantly. But the whole tenor of hiftory warrants us to write, as I have reftored the text, Thaffos. -Tharfos was a town of Cilicia, in Afia Minor and is it probable, Brutus could think of fending Caffius's body thither out of Thrace, where they were now incamp'd? Tbaffos, on the contrary, was a little ifle lying close upon Tbrace, and at but a fmall distance from Philippi, to which the body might very commodiously be transported, Vid. Plutarch, Appian, Dion Caffius, &c. D 5 His funeral fhall not be in our Camp, [Exeunt Bru. Yet, Countrymen, oh yet, hold up your heads. Cata. What baftard doth not? who will go with me Iwill proclaim my name about the field. am the Son of Marcus Cato, ho! A foe to tyrants, and my Country's friend. I am the Son of Marcus Cato, ho! Enter Soldiers and fight. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; [Exita Luc. Only I yield to die; There is fo much, that thou wilt kill me ftraight;. Sold. We must not. A noble Prisoner! Enter Antony. 2 Sold Room, ho! tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. 1 Sold. I'll tell thee news, here comes the General Erutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my Lord. Ant Where is he? Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is fafe enough. I dare affure thee, that no enemy Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus: The Gods defend him from fo great a fhame! ་ |