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?. Into his ears: 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. 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 shouts? 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, And see how I regarded Caius Cassius. · By your leave, gods: - this is a Roman's part: Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. [Dies. 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. 744. Cato. Brave Titinius! [Low alarums. 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 To this dead man, than you shall see me pay. SCENE IV.- Another part of the Field. [Exeunt. Alarum. — Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both Armies; then. BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and others. Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads! 747. Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me? I will proclaim my name about the field: I am the son of Marcus 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 Lucil. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; 1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest. 751. Lucil. Only I yield to die : There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight; [Offering money. Kill Brutus, and be honored in his death. 752. 1 Sold. We must not. - A noble prisoner! 754. 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. - Enter ANTONY. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. Ant. Where is he? Lucil. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough. 757. I dare assure thee, that no enemy Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus : The gods defend him from so great a shame! He will be found like Brutus, like himself. Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, Such men my friends than enemies. Go on, And see whe'r Brutus be alive or dead; SCENE V.- Another part of the Field. [Exeunt. Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. He came not back: he is or ta'en or slain. 760. Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus. Slaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus. 770. 773. [Whispering. Cli. What! I, my lord? No, not for all the world. Bru. Peace, then! no words. Cli. I'll rather kill myself. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! Dar. O Clitus! [Whispers him. Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? That it runs over even at his eyes. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. Bru. Why, this, Volumnius: The ghost of Cæsar hath appeared to me Two several times by night: at Sardis, once; Vol. Not so, my lord. 775. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; It is more worthy to leap in ourselves [Low alarums. Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, Hold thou my sword hilts whilst I run on it. Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. 777: Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; Countrymen, My heart doth joy, that yet in all my life So, fare you well at once: for Brutus' tongue Hath almost ended his life's history. Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, That have but laboured to attain this hour. [Alarum. Cry within, Fly, fly, fly! Cli. Fly, my lord, fly! 780. Bru. Hence! I will follow. [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS. I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord. Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thy life hath had some smatch of honor in it: Hold, then, my sword, and turn away thy face While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? Stra. Give me your hand first: fare you well, my lord. Bru. Farewell, good Strato. - Cæsar, now be still: I killed not thee with half so good a will. [He runs on his sword and dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, Oct. What man is that? Mes. My master's man. Strato, where is thy master? Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala: The conquerors can but make a fire of him; For Brutus only overcame himself, And no man else hath honor by his death. Lucil. So Brutus should be found.-I thank thee, That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true. 787. Oct. All that served Brutus, I will entertain them. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? 788. Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. Oct. Do so, good Messala. 790. Mes. How died my master, Strato? Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. 792. Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master. 793. Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all. Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar; So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up, Oct. According to his virtue let us use him, 9 [Exeunt. |