Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord ! Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius ; Tit. They are, my lord. Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him, Tit. I will be here again even with a thought. [Exit. [Exit PINDARUS. Pin. [Above]. O my lord ! Cas. What news ? With horsemen, that make to him on the spur ;- [Shout. They shout for joy. Cas. Come down ; behold no more. Enter PINDARUS. Come hither, sirrah: [Dies. [Exit. Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius As Cassius' legions are by Antony. Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. 730. Mes. Where did you leave him? Tit. All disconsolate, 735. With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground? Tit. No, this was he, Messala, But Cassius is no more.-O setting sun! The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone; Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. 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? The noble Brutus, thrusting this report Into his ears: I may say, thrusting it; Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus Tit. Hie you, Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus the while. 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, [Exit MESSALA. 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, 740. Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie ? Mes. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it. Cato. He is slain. Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! 745. Cato. Brave Titinius! [Low alarums. Look, whe'r he have not crowned dead Cassius ! It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe moe tears Cato ; Lest it discomfort us.-Lucilius, come ;— "Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet e'er night SCENE IV.-Another part of the Field. [Exeunt. Alarum.-Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both Armies; then Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads! 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. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus. [Exit, charging the enemy. CATO is overpowered, and falls. 750. Lucil. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; And may'st be honoured being Cato's son. Lucil. Only I yield to die : There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight; Kill Brutus, and be honoured in his death. [Offering money. 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. 755. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news.-Here comes the general : Enter ANTONY. Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta’en, my lord. Ant. Where is he? Lucil. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough : Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, [E.xeunt. SCENE V.-Another part of the Field. Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS. Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. 760. Cli. Statilius showed the torch-light; but, my lord, He came not back ; he is or ta'en, or slain. Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus : Slaying is the word ; Cli. What, I, my lord ? No, not for all the world. Cli. I'll rather kill myself. 765. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! [Whispers him. Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? 770. Dar. To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates. Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief, Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius ; list a word. Vol. What says my lord ? I know my hour is come. 775. Vol. Not so, my lord. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. [Low Alarums. It is more worthy to leap in ourselves Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. [Alarum still. Bru. Farewell to you and you ;-and you, Volumnius. [Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, fly. 780. Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. Bru. Hence; I will follow. [Exeunt. CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS. Stra. Give me your hand first : Fare you well, my lord. [He runs on his sword and dies. Alarum.-Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and their Army. Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala; Lucil. So Brutus should be found.—I thank thee, Brutus, Oct. All that served Brutus, I will entertain them. Strá. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. 790. Oct. Do so, good Messala. Mes. How died my master, Strato ? |