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be gone.

you so?

Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts, Cas. Ha, ha; how vilely coth this cynic Dash him to pieces !

rhyme! Cus. I denied you not.

Bru. Get you hence, Sirrah; saucy fellow Bru. You did.

hence. Cas. I did not he was but a fool,

Cas. Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion That brought my answer back.--Brutus hath Bru. I'll know his humour, when he know riv'd* my beart:

his time : A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, What should the wars do with the jigging fools But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Companion, hence. Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me.

Cus. Away, away,

[Exit Poet Cas. You love me not. Bru. I do not like your faults.

Enter LUCILIUS and TITINIUS. Cus. A friendly eye could never see such Brita Lucilius and Titinius, bid the comfaults.

manders Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they Prepare to lodge their companies to-night. do appear

Cus. And come yourselves, and bring Mes. As huge as high Olympus.

sala with you Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, Immediately to us. Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius! [come,

[Exeunt Lucilius and TITINICS. For Cassius is aweary of the world :

Pru. Lucius, a bowl of wine. Hated by one he loves ; brav'd by his brother: Cas. I did not think, you could have been so Check'd like a bondman; all his faults ob

angry. serv’d,

(rote, Bru. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs. Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by Cas. Of your philosophy you make no use, To cast unto my teeth. 0, I could weep If you give place to accidental evils. My spirit from mine eyes!—There is my dagger, Bru. No man bears sorrow better:-Portia And here my naked breast; within, a heart

is dead. Dearer than Plutus’mine, richer than gold: Cas. Ha! Portia ? If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth;

Bru. She is dead. I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart: Cus. How scap'd I killing, when I cross'd Strike, as thou didst at Cesar; for, I know, When thou didst hate him worse, thou lov'usi O insupportable and touching loss! him better

Upon what sickness ? Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius.

Bru. Impatient my absence; Bru. Sheath your dagger:

And grief, ihat young Octavius with Mark An. Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;

tony Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. Have made themselves so strong ;-for with O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb

her death That carries anger, as the fiint bears fire; That tidings came;— With this she fell distract, Who, much entorced, shows a hasty spark, And, her attendants absent, swallow'd tire. And straight is cold again.

Cas. And died so?
Cas. Hath Cassius liv'd

Bru. Even so.
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, Cas. 0 ye immortal gods!
When griet, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth

Enter LUCIUS, with Wine and Tapers. Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd Bru. Speak no more of her.—Give me a too.

bowl of wine :Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius. hand.

[Drinks. Bru. And my heart too.

Cus. My heart is thirsty for that idle Cus. ( Brutus!

pledge:Bru, What's the matter?

Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup; Cus. Have you not love enough to bear with I cannot drink too much of Brutus’ love. ine,

[Drinks. When that rash humour, which my mother gave me,

Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. Makes me forgetful?

Bru. Come in, Titinius :-Welcome, good
Bru. Yes, Cassius; and, henceforth,
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, Now sit we close about this taper here,

He'll think your mother chides, and leave you And call in question our necessities

(Noise within.

Cas. Portia, art thou gone ? Poet. [Within.] Let me go in to see the gene- Bru. No more, I pray you.There is some grudge between them, 'tis not That young Octavius, and Mark Antony,

Messala, I have here received letters, They be alone.

[meet Luc. [Within.] You shall not come to them. I Come down upon us with a mighty power,

Bending their expedition toward Philippi. Poet. I I8ithin.] Nothing but death shall stay

Mess. Myself have letters of the self-same

tenour. Enter Poet.

Bru. With what addition ? Cas. How now? What's the matter?

Mess. That by proscription, and bills of out. Poet. For shame, you generals; What do Have put to death a hundred senators.

Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus, [lawry you mean?

(be; Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree, Love, and be friends, as two such men should Mine speak of seventy senators, that died For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye. By their proscriptions, Cicero being one. * Split

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Cas. Cicero one?

Bru. Every thing is well. Mess. Ay, Cicero is dead,

Cas. Good night, my lord. And by that order of proscription.

Bru. Good night, good brother. Had you your letters from your wife, my lord ? Tit. Mes. Good night, lord Brutus, Bru. No, Messala.

Bru. Farewell, every one. Mes. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?

[Exeunt Cas. Tit. and Mes. Bru. Nothing, Messala. Mes. That, methinks, is strange.

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?

Luc. Here in the tent. Mes. No, my lord. Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me Poor knave, 1 blame thee not; thou art o'er

Bru. What, thou speak'st drowsily? true. Mes. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell: Call Claudius, and some other of my men;

watch'd. For certain she is dead, and by strange man- I'll have them sleep on cushions in my teut

Luc. Varro, and Claudius!
Bru. Why, farewell, Portia.-We must die,

Enter Varro and CLAUDIUS,
With meditating that she must die once, **
I have the patience to endure it now.

Var. Calls my lord ?
Mes. Even so great men great losses should

Bru. I pray you, Sirs, lie in my tent, and endure.

sleep; Cas. I have as much of this in artt as you,

It may be, shall raise you by and by But yet my nature could not bear it so.

On business to my brother Cassius. Bru. Well, to our work alive. What do you

Var. So please you, we will stand, and Of marching to Philippi presently? [think

watch your pleasure. Cas. I do not think it good.

Bru. I will not have it so: lie down, good Bru. Your reason?

Sirs; Cas. This it is:

It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me. "Tis better, that the enemy seek us:

Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so. So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, | I put it in the pocket of my gown.

(SERVANTS lie down. Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still, Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness.

Luc. I was sure, your lordship did not give

it me. Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.

Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground,

forgetful. Do stand but in a forc'd atfection;

Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, For they have grudg'd us contribution:

And touch thy instrument a strain or two? The enemy, marching along by them,

Luc. Ay, my lord, an it please you. By them shall make a fuller number up,

Bru. It does, my boy: Come on refresh’d, new-added, and encour- 1 trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. ag'd;

Luc. It is my duly, Sir. From which advantage shall we cut him off,

Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy If at Philippi we do face himn there,

might; These people at our back.

I know, young bloods look for a time of rest. Cas. Hear me, good brother.

Luc. I have slept, my lord, already. Bru. Under your pardon.-You must note

Bru. It is well done; and thou shait sleep beside,

again; That we have tried the utmost of our friends,

I will not hold thee long: if I do live, Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe:

I will be good to thee. [Music, and a Song. The enemy increaseth every day,

This is a sleepy tune:--0murd'rous sluinber! We, at the height, are ready to decline.

Lay'st thou thy leaden mace* upon my boy, There is a tide in the affairs of men,

That plays thee music?—Gentle knave, good Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee.

night; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.

If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument; Om such a full sea are we now atloat;

I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good And we must take the current when it serves, Let me see, let me see ;-Is not the leaf' turn'd


(down, Or lose our ventures. Cas. Then, with your will, go on; [lippi.

Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Phi

[He sits down. Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our

Enter the Ghost of CESAR. And nature must obey necessity; (talk, Which we will niggard with a little rest. How ill this taper burns!-Ha! who comes There is no more to say ?

here? Cas. No more. Good night;

I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes, Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. That shapes this monstrous apparition. Bru. Lucius, my gown. (Exit Lucius.] Fare- It comes upon me:- Art thon any thing?. well, good Messala;--

Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, Good night, Titinius :-Noble, noble Cassius, That mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to Good night, and good repose.

Speak to me, what thou art.

[stare ? Cas. () my dear brother.

Ghost. Tliy evil spirit, Brutus. This was an ill beginning of the night:

Bru. Why com'st thou? Never come such division 'tween our souls ! Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Let it not, Brutus.

Philippi. . At some time. Theory.

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Bru. Well;

Ant. No, Cesar, we will answer on their Then I shall see thee again?


(words. Ghost. Ay, at Philippi. (Ghost ranishes. Make forth, the generals would have some

Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then.- Oct. Stir not until the signal. Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest : Bru. Words before blows: Is it so, countryIl spiri', I would hold more talk with thee.

men? Boy! Lucius!- Varro! Claudius! Sirs, a- Oct. Not that we love words better, as you Claudius!


do. Luc. The strings, my lord, are false.

Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes, Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instru

Octarius. wucius, awake.

[ment.-- Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give Luc. My lord !

good words: Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou Witness the hole you made in Cesar's heart, so cry’dst out?

Crying, Long live? hail, Cesar! Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. Cas. Antony, Bru. Yes, that thou didst: Didst thou see The posture of your blows are yet unknown; any thing?

But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, Luc. Nothing, my lord.

And leave them honeyless. Bru. Sleep again, Lucius.-Sirrah, Clau- Ant. Not stingless too. Fellow thou! awake.

[dius! Bru. O, yes, and soundless ton; Vur. My lord.

For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony, Clau. My lord.

And, very wisely, threat before you sting. Bru. Why did you so cry out, Sirs, in your Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your sleep?

vile daggers Var. Clau. Did we, my lord ?

Hack'd one another in the sides of Cesar: Bru. Ay: Saw you any thing?

You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn’d Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing.

like hounds,

[feet; Clau. Nor I, my lord.

And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cesar's Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind, Cassius;

Struck Cesar on the neck. O flatterers ! Bid him set on his powers betimes before, Cas. Flatterers !-Now, Brutus, thank your. And we will follow.

self: Var. Clau. It shall be done, my lord. This tongue had not offended so to-day,

(Exeunt. If Cassius might have ruld.

Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing ACT V.

make us sweat,

The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
SCENE 1.— The Plains of Philippi.
Enter Octavius, ANTONY, and their Army.

I draw a sword against conspirators;

When think you that the sword goes up a. Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered :

gain ?You said, the enemy would not come down, Never, till Cesar's three and twenty wounds But keep the hills and upper regions;

Be well aveng'd; or till another Cesar
It proves not so; their battles are at hand; Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
They mean to warn* us at Philippi here, Bru. Cesar, thou can'st not die by traitors,
Answering before we do demand of them. Unless thou bring'st them with thee.

Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know Oct. So I hope;
Wherefore they do it: they could be content I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
To visit other places; and come down

Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face, Young man, thou could’st not die more honTo fasten in our thoughts that they have cour

ourable. But 'tis not so.

{age; Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such

honour, Enter a MESSENGER.

Join'd with a masker and a reveller. Mess. Prepare you, generals :

Ant. Old Cassius still!

Oct. Come, Antony; away.-
The enemy comes on in gallant show;
Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,

Defiance, traitors, hurl* we in your teeth:
And something to be done immediately.

If you dare fight to-day, come to the field; Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softy on,

If not, when you have stomachs. Upon the left hand of the even field.

[Exeunt OctaVICS, ANTONY, and their Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the


Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, biliow; left. Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent? The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.

and swim, bark! Oct. I do not cross you; but I will do so.

Bru. Ho! [March.

Lucilius ; hark, a word with you. Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their Ar

Luc. My lord. my; LICILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, und

Brutus and LUCILIUS conrerse apiert, others.

Cus. Messala,

Mes. What says my general ? Bru. They stand, and would have parley. Cas. Messala, Cus. Stand fast, Titinius: We musi out and This is my birth-day; as this very day. (sala: talk.

Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Mes Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of Be thou my witness, that, against my will, battle?

As Pompey was, am I compeli'd to set


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SCENE III.-The same. Another part of the You know, that I held Epicurus strong,

Field. And his opinion: now I change my mind,

Alarum.- Enter Cassics and TITINIUS. And partly credit things that do presage. Coming from Sardis, on our former* ensign Cas. (), look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch'd, Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy: Gorging and feeding from our soldier's hands; This ensign here of mine was turning back; Who to Philippi here consortedt us;

I slew the coward, and did take it from hini. This morning are they fled away, and gone; Tit. ( Cassius, Brutus gave the word too And in their steads, do ravens, crows, and

early ; kites,

Who having some advantage on Octavius, Fly o’er our heads, and downward look on us, Took it too eagerly; his soldiers fell to spoil, As we were sickly prey; their shadows seem Whilst we by Antony are all enclos’d. A canopy most fatal, under which Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.

Enter PINDARUS. Mes. Believe not so.

Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fiy further off; Cas. I but believe it parlıy; For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd

Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord ! To meet all perils very constantly.

Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fiy far off.

Cus. This hill is far enough. Look, look, TiBru. Even so, Lucilius.

tinius; Cas. Now, most noble Brutus, The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may,

Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire ? Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!

Tit. They are, my lord.

Cas. Titinius, if thou lov'st me, But, since the affairs of men rest still uncer- Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in

[him, tain,

Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops, Let's reason with the worst that may befall.

And here again; that I may rest assur'd, If we do lose the battle, then is this

Whether yond' troops are friend or enemy. The very last time we shall speak together:»

Tit. I will be here again, even with a thoughi. What are you then determined to do?

(Exit. Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, Cus. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill: By which I did blame Cato for the death Which he did give himself :-I know not how, And tell me what thou not'st about the field.

My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius, But I do find it cowardly and vile,

[Erit PINDARUS. For fear of what might fall, so to prevent This day I breathed first: time is come round, The time of life:-arming myself with pa- And where I did begin, there I shall end;

tience, To stay the providence of some high powers,

My life is run his compass.-Sirrah, what

news? That govern us below.

Pin. [Above.] O my lord! Cas. Then, if we lose this battle,

Cas. What news? You are contented to be led in triumph

Pin. Titinius is Thorough the streets of Rome?

Enclosed round about with horsemen, that Bru. No, Cassins, no: think not, thou noble Make to him on the spur;-jet he spurs on.Roman,

Now they are almost on him; now, Titinius That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; Now some light:-1), he lights too :-he's He bears too great a mind. But this same day Must end that work, the ides of March begun; They shout for joy.

ta'en;-and, hark!

[Shtut. And whether we shall meet again, I know not

Cús. Come down, behold no more. Therefore our everlasting farewell take:-

(), coward, that I am, to live so long, For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!

To see my best friend ta’en before niy face! If we do meet again, why we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.

Enter PINDARUS. Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus!

Conie bither, Sirrah: If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;

In Parthia did I take thee prisoner; If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made.

And then I swore thee, saving of thy life, Brú. Why then, lead on.-0, that a man Thou should'st attempt it. Come now, keep

That whatsoever I did bid thee do, might know The end of this day's business, ere it come!

thine oath! But it sufficeth, that the day will end,

Now be a freeman; and, with this good sword, And then the end is known.-Come, ho! away! That ran through Cesar's bowels, search this

bosom. [Exeunt.

Stand not to answer: Here, take thou the bilts; SCENE II.The same.-The Field of Battle. And when my face is cover'd as tis noir,

Guide thou the sword.-Cesar, thou art n. Alarum.-Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA.

veng'd, Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give Even with the sword that kill'd thee. [Dies. these bilis:

Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so hare Unto the legions on the other side :


[Loud Alarum. Durst I have done my will. O Cassius! Let them set on at once; for I perceive

Far from this country Pindarns shall run. But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing,

Where never Roman shall take note of him, And sudden push gives them the overthrow,

[Erit. Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down.

Re-enter TITINICS, with MESSALA. [Exeunt.

Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius * Foremost.

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Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
I Directions for the officers.

As Cassius' legions are by Antony.

Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. SCENE IV.-Another part of the Field.
Mes. Where did you leave him?
Tit. All disconsolate,

Alurum.Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

Armies; then BRUTUS, Cato, Lucilius, and

others. Bles. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground? Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart!

Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your Mes. Is not that he ?

heads! Tit. No, this was he, Messala,

Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go But Cassius is no more.-0) setting sun!

with me? As in thy red rays thou dost sink to night, I will proclaim my name about the field:So in his red blood Cassius' day is set;

I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone; A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds I am the son of Marcus Cato, hó! are done!

[Charges the Enen). Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, 1; Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done Brutus, my country's friend; know me for this deed.

Brutus. O hateful error, melancholy's child!

[Exit, charging the Enemy. Cato is Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men

orerpowered, und fulls. The things that are not? () error, soon con- Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou ceiv'd,

down? Thou never com’st unto a happy birth, Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee. And may'st be honour'd being Cato's son. Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pin- 1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest. darus?

Luc. Only I yield to die: Mes. Seek bim, Titinius : whilst I go to meet There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; The noble Brutus, thrusting this report

[Offering Money. Into his ears: I may say, thrusting it; Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. For piercing steel, and darts enveuomed, 1 Sold. We must not.-A noble prisoner! Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus, 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is As tidings of this sight.

ta’en. Tit. Hie you, Messala,

1 Sold. I'll tell the news. Here comes the 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 Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta’en, my lord.
Put on my brows this wreath of victory,

Ant. Where is he? And bid me give't thee? Didst thou not hear Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: their shouts ?

I dare assure thee, that no enemy Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing. Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus: But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow; The gods defend him from so great a shame! Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I

When you do find hiin, or alive, or dead, Will do bis bidding.--Brutus, come apace,

He will be found like Brutus, like himself. And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.

Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I asBy your leave, gods:- This is a Roman's part:

sure you, Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe,

[Dies. Give him all kindness: I had rather have

Such men my friends, than enemies. Go on, Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, And see whe'r* Brutus be alive, or dead:

young Cato, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LucI- | And bring us word unto Octavius' tent, LICS.

How erery thing is chanc'd. Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?

SCENE V.-Another part of the field. Mes. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it. Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, Clitus, STRATO, Bru. Titinius' face is upward.

and VOLUMNIUS. Cato. He is slain.

Bru. () Julius Cesar, thou art mighty yet! Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords

this rock. In our own proper entrails. (Loic Alarums. Cli. Statilius show'd the torch-light; but, Cato. Brave Titinius!

[sius! Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cas- He came not back; he is or ta'en, or slain. Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus : Slaying is the these?

word; The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.It is impossible that ever Rome [tears

[Whispering Should breed thy fellow.- Friends, I owe more Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the To this dead man, than thou shalt see me

world. pay.

Bru. Peace then, no words.
I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.- Cli. I'll rather kill myself.
Come, therefore, and to Thassos send his body; Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! [Whispers him.
His funeral shall not be in our camp,

Dar. I do such a deed?
Lest it discomfort us.-Lucilius, coine;- Cli, (), Dardanius!
And come young Cato; let us to the field. Dar, Ó, Clitus!
Labeo, and Flavius, set our battles on :-

Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to 'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet e'er night

thee? We shall try tortune in a second tight.




my lord,

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