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If you dare fight to-day, come to the field;
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. 699. Bru. Ho! Lucilius; hark, a word with you.
Lucil. My lord!
[Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army. Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; and swim,
[BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart.
Mes. What says my general?
703. Cas. Messala,
This is my birth-day; as this very day
Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala:
As Pompey was, am I compelled to set
You know that I held Epicurus strong,
This morning are they fled away, and gone,
Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.
Cas. I but believe it partly;
For I am fresh of spirit, and resolved
707. Cas. Now, most noble Brutus,
The gods to-day stand friendly, that we may,
The very last time we shall speak together:
For fear of what might fall, so to prevent
The term of life; arming myself with patience,
Cas. Then, if we lose this battle,
You are contented to be led in triumph
710. Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman,
Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus! If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made.
Bru. Why then, lead on.
-O that a man might
The end of this day's business ere it come!
And then the end is known. - Come, ho! away!
SCENE II. - The same.
Unto the legions on the other side.
713. Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills
And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. [Exeunt.
The same. Another part of the Field.
Alarums. Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS.
Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early;
716. 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;
719. 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. 721. 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.
This day I breathed first: time is come round,
Cas. What news?
724. Pin. Titinius is enclosed round about
With horsemen, that make to him on the spur;·
Now some light: - O, he lights too :
He's ta'en; and, hark!
They shout for joy.
725. Cas. Come down; behold no more.
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,
Now be a freeman; and with this good sword,
Guide thou the sword. - Cæsar, thou art revenged,
Re-enter TITINIUS, with Messala.
727. 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 disconsolate,
With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.
Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground?
734. Tit. No, this was he, Messala;
But Cassius is no more. O setting sun!
The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone;
Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done!
735. 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 engendered thee.
Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus?
For piercing steel, and darts envenomed,
738. Tit. Hie you, Messala,
And I will seek for Pindarus the while. [Exit MESSALA.
Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they
Put on my brows this wreath of victory,
And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their
Alas, thou hast misconstrued everything.
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:
Alarum.-Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS.
Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? 740. Mes. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it. Bru. Titinius' face is upward.
Cato. He is slain.
743. Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails.
Cato. Brave Titinius!
Look, whe'r he have not crowned dead Cassius! 745. 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 moe tears