Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words:
Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart,
Crying, Long live! Hail, Cæsar!

686. Cas. Antony,

The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.

Ant. Not stingless too.

Bru. O, yes, and soundless too;

For you have stolen their buzzing, Antony,

And, very wisely, threat before you sting.

689. Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile dag

gers

Hacked one another in the sides of Cæsar:

You showed your teeth like apes, and fawned like hounds,
And bowed like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet;

Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind,
Struck Cæsar on the neck. O you flatterers!

690. Cas. Flatterers! - Now, Brutus, thank yourself:
This tongue had not offended so to-day,

If Cassius might have ruled.

691. Oct. Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us sweat,

The proof of it will turn to redder drops.

Look!

I draw a sword against conspirators;

When think you that the sword goes up again?

Never, till Cæsar's three and thirty wounds

Be well avenged; or till another Cæsar

Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.

692. Bru. Cæsar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands, Unless thou bring'st them with thee.

Oct. So I hope;

I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.

694. Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Young man, thou couldst not die more honorable.

Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honor, Joined with a masker and a reveller.

Ant. Old Cassius still!

697. Oct. Come, Antony; away! —

Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth.

If

you dare fight to-day, come to the field; If not, when you have stomachs.

[Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army. Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; and swim,

bark!

The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.

699. Bru. Ho! Lucilius; hark, a word with you.

This is my birth-day; as this very day

Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala:

Be thou my witness, that, against my will,

As Pompey was, am I compelled to set
Upon one battle all our liberties.
You know that I held Epicurus strong,
And his opinion: now I change my mind,
And partly credit things that do presage.
Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign
Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perched,
Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands;
Who to Philippi here consorted us :

This morning are they fled away, and gone,
And in their steads do ravens, crows, and kites
Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us,
As we were sickly prey; their shadows seem
A canopy most fatal, under which

Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.
Mes. Believe not so.

705. Cas. I but believe it partly;

For I am fresh of spirit, and resolved
To meet all perils very constantly.
Bru. Even so, Lucilius.

707. Cas. Now, most noble Brutus,

The gods to-day stand friendly, that we may,
Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!
But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain,
Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
If we do lose this battle, then is this

The very last time we shall speak together:
What are you then determined to do?
708. 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,

710.

For fear of what might fall, so to prevent

The term of life; — arming myself with patience,
To stay the providence of those high powers
That govern us below.

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
Must end that work the ides of March begun;
And whether we shall meet again, I know not.
Therefore, our everlasting farewell take: -
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!
If we do meet again, why we shall smile;
If not, why then, this parting was well made.
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

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!

713. 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

But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing,

[Loud alarum.

And sudden push gives them the overthrow.

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

SCENE III. - The same.

Another part of the Field.

Alarums. - Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS.

714. Cas. O, look, Titinius, look; the villains fly!
Myself have to mine own turned enemy:
This ensign here of mine was turning back;

I slew the coward, and did take it from him.
715. Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early;
Who, having some advantage on Octavius,
Took it too eagerly; his soldiers fell to spoil,
Whilst we by Antony are all enclosed.

Enter PINDARUS.

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;
Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire?
Tit. They are, my lord.

719. Cas. Titinius, if thou lov'st me,

Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him,
Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops
And here again; that I may rest assured,
Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.

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.

[Exit PINDARUS.

This day I breathed first: time is come round,
And, where I did begin, there shall I end;
My life is run his compass.

Pin. [Above.] O my lord!

Cas. What news?

Sirrah, what news?

724. Pin. Titinius is enclosed round about

With horsemen, that make to him on the spur;-
Yet he spurs on. - Now they are almost on him.
Now, Titinius!

[Shout.

725. Cas. Come down; behold no more.
O, coward that I am, to live so long,
To see my best friend ta'en before my face!

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 Cæsar's bowels, search this bosom.
Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilts;
And when my face is covered, as 'tis now,
Guide thou the sword. - Cæsar, thou art revenged,
Even with the sword that killed thee.

[Dies.

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.

727. Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,

734.

As Cassius' legions are by Antony.

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;

As in thy red rays thou dost sink to night,

So in his red blood Cassius' day is set;

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.

735. Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. O hateful Error! Melancholy's child!