The very last time we shall speak together: Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent The time of life ;-arming myself with patience, Cas. Then, if we lose this battle, You are contented to be led in triumph Thorough the streets of Rome? Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman, That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; He bears too great a mind. But this same day If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made. Bru. Why then, lead on.-O, 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! [Exeunt. SCENE II.-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: Let them set on at once; for I perceive [Loud alarum. And sudden push gives them the overthrow. Ride, ride, Messala; let them all come down. [Exeunt. Cas. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! Enter Pindarus. 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, Titinius; Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire? Tit. They are, my lord. Cas. Titinius, if thou lov'st me, Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him, Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. [Exit. [Exit Pindarus. This day I breathed first time is come round, Cas. Pin. What news? Titinius is Enclosed round about with horsemen, that Make to him on the spur; Yet he spurs on.- Now some 'light :-O, he 'lights too:-He's ta'en ;and, hark! They shout for joy. Cas. [Shout. Come down, behold no more. O, coward that I am, to live so long, To see my best friend ta'en before my face! Re-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 shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath! Now be a freeman; and, with this good sword, That ran through Caesar's bowels, search this bosom. Guide thou the sword.-Cæsar, thou art reveng'd, [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. [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. All diseonsolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground? Tit. No, this was he, Messala, As in thy red rays thou dost sink to night, The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone; Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done! Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. 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 But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee. Tit. What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus? Mes. Seek him, Titinius: whilst I go to meet The noble Brutus, thrusting this report Into his ear's: I may say, thrusting it; For piercing steel, and darts envenomed, Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus, As tidings of this sight. Tit. Hie you, Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus the while. [Exit Mes. Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? Did I not 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. But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I Will do his bidding.-Brutus, come apace, By your leave, gods :-This is a Roman's part: Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? Mes. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it. 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. [Low alarums. Brave Titinius. Cato. Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these?The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! It is impossible, that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more tears 'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night [Exeunt. SCENE IV-Another Part of the Field. Alarum. Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both Armies; then Brutus, Cato, Lucilius, and others. Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet kold 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 Mareus Cato, ho! A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! [Charges the enemy. [Exit charging the enemy. Cato is overpowered, Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius: |