Cas. I did not :-he was but a fool, That brought my answer back.-Brutus hath riv'd my heart: A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me. Cas. You love me not. Bru. I do not like your faults. Cus. A friendly eye could never see such faults. Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear As huge as high Olympus. Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius! [come, For Cassius is aweary of the world: Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother: Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observ'd, [rote, Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by To cast unto my teeth. O, I could weep My spirit from mine eyes!-There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold: If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart: Strike, as thou didst at Cesar; for, I know, When thou didst hate him worse, thou lov'dst him better Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius. Bru. Sheath your dagger: Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Cas. Hath Cassius liv'd To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him? Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd Cas. Cicero one? Mess. Ay, Cicero is dead, And by that order of proscription. Had you your letters from your wife, my lord? Bru. No, Messala. Mes. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her? Bru. Nothing, Messala. Mes. That, methinks, is strange. Br. Every thing is well. Cas. Good night, my lord. Bru. Good night, good brother. Tit. Mes. Good night, lord Brutus. Bru. Farewell, every one. [Exeunt CAS. TIT. and MES. Re-enter LUCIUS, with the Gown. Bru. Why ask you? Hear you aught of her Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument? in yours? Mes. No, my lord. Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. Mes. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell: For certain she is dead, and by strange man Cas. This it is: 'Tis better, that the enemy seek us: Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to better. The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground, ag'd; From which advantage shall we cut him off, Cas. Hear me, good brother. Bru. Under your pardon.-You must note beside, That we have tried the utmost of our friends, Or lose our ventures. Cas. Then, with your will, go on; [lippi. We'll along ourselves, and meet them at PhiBru. The deep of night is crept upon our And nature must obey necessity; [talk, Which we will niggard with a little rest. There is no more to say? Cas. No more. Good night; Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. Bru. Lucius, my gown. [Exit LUCIUS.] Farewell, good Messala; Good night, Titinius:-Noble, noble Cassius, Good night, and good repose. Cas. O my dear brother. This was an ill beginning of the night: Claudius, and some other of my men; I'll have them sleep on cushions in my teut Luc. Varro, and Claudius! Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS. Var. Calls my lord? Bru. I pray you, Sirs, lie in my tent, and sleep; It may be, I shall raise you by and by Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch your pleasure. Bru. I will not have it so: lie down, good It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me. [SERVANTS lie down. Luc. I was sure, your lordship did not give it me. Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful. Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might; I know, young bloods look for a time of rest. Luc. I have slept, my lord, already. Bru. It is well done; and thou shalt sleep again; I will not hold thee long: if I do live, I will be good to thee. [Music, and a Song. This is a sleepy tune:--O murd'rous slumber! Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, That plays thee music?-Gentle knave, good I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee. night; If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument; I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good Let me see, let me see ;-Is not the leaf turn'd night. [down, Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. [He sits down. Enter the GHOST of CESAR. How ill this taper burns!-Ha' who comes here? I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes, Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. * Sceptre. Bru. Well; Then I shall see thee again? [GHOST vanishes. Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then.Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest: Ill spirit, 1 would hold more talk with thee.Boy! Lucius!-Varro! Claudius! Sirs, aClaudius! [wake! Luc. The strings, my lord, are false. Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instruucius, awake. [ment.Luc. My lord! Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so cry'dst out? Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. Bru. Yes, that thou didst: Didst thou see any thing? Lue. Nothing, my lord. Bru. Sleep again, Lucius.-Sirrah, ClauFellow thou! awake. Var. My lord. Clau. My lord. [dius! Bru. Why did you so cry out, Sirs, in your Var. Clau. Did we, my lord? Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother Bid him set on his powers betimes before, Var. Clau. It shall be done, my lord. ACT V. [Exeunt. SCENE I.-The Plains of Philippi. Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know Enter a MESSENGER. Mess. Prepare you, generals: [age; Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on, Upon the left hand of the even field. Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left. Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent? Oct. I do not cross you; but I will do so. [March. Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, und others. Bru. They stand, and would have parley. Cas. Stand fast, Titinius: We must out and talk. Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle? * Summon. charge. 709 Ant. No, Cesar, we will answer on thei Make forth, the generals would have some [words. Oct. Stir not until the signal. Bru. Words before blows: Is it so, country men? Oct. Not that we love words better, as you Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes, Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give Cas. Antony, The posture of your blows are yet unknown; Ant. Not stingless too. Bru. O, yes, and soundless too; Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your Hack'd one another in the sides of Cesar: self: This tongue had not offended so to-day, Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing The proof of it will turn to redder drops. I draw a sword against conspirators; gain? Never, till Cesar's three and twenty wounds I was not born to die on Brutus' sword. Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such Join'd with a masker and a reveller. Ant. Old Cassius still! Oct. Come, Antony; away. Defiance, traitors, hurl* we in your teeth: [Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, biliow; The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. and swim, bark! Upon one battle all our liberties. Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us, Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost. Cas. I but believe it party; For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd Cas. Now, most noble Brutus, The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may, Let's reason with the worst that may befall. Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, By which I did blame Cato for the death Which he did give himself:-I know not how, But I do find it cowardly and vile, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent The time of life:-arming myself with patience, To stay the providence of some high powers, Cas. Then, if we lose this battle, Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed; The end of this day's business, ere it come! 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, [him. Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops, And here again; that I may rest assur'd, Whether yond' troops are friend or enemy. Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. [Exit. Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill: My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius, And tell me what thou not'st about the field.— [Exit PINDARUS. This day I breathed first: time is come round, And where I did begin, there I shall end; My life is run his compass.-Sirrah, what Now be a freeman: and, with this good sword, That ran through Cesar's bowels, search this Stand not to answer: Here, take thou the hilts; And when my face is cover'd as tis now, Guide thou the sword.-Cesar, thou art reveng'd, [Dies. Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give Even with the sword that kill'd thee. Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been, these billst Unto the legions on the other side: [Loud Alarum. Let them set on at once; for I perceive But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing, And sudden push gives them the overthrow. Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. [Exeunt. Durst I have done my will. Cassius! Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. Mes. Where did you leave him? Tit. All disconsolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground? Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart! Mes. Is not that he? Tit. No, this was he, Messala, But Cassius is no more.-O setting sun! Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. O hateful error, melancholy's child! Thou never com'st unto a happy birth, Mes. Seek him, Titinius: whilst I go to meet Tit. Hie you, Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus the while. [Exit MESSALA. 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. LIUS. Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; And may'st be honour'd being Cato's son. 1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest. Luc. Only I yield to die: There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; [Offering Money. Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. 1 Sold. We must not.-A noble prisoner! 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news.-Here comes the general: Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cas-He Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these? Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. Cli. Statilius show'd the torch-light; but, my lord, 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. Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world. Bru. Peace then, no words. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! [Whispers him. Cli. O, Dardanius! Dar. O, Clitus! Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? * Whether. |