647. 648. 650. 651. 652. That mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to stare? Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. Bru. Why com'st thou? Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Philippi. [GHOST vanishes. Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then. Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee. Luc. The strings, my lord, are false. Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instrument. Lucius, awake! Luc. My lord! Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out? Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. Bru. Yes, that thou didst. Didst thou see anything? Luc. Nothing, my lord. 660. Bru. Sleep again, Lucius. Fellow thou! awake! Var. My lord! Clau. My lord! Sirrah, Claudius! Bru. Why did you so cry out, Sirs, in your sleep? Var. Clau. Did we, my lord? Bru. Ay: saw you anything? Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing. Clau. Nor I, my lord. 668. Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother Cassius; Bid him set on his powers betimes before, And we will follow. Var. Clau. It shall be done, my lord. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I.-The Plains of Philippi. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army. 670. Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered. With fearful bravery, thinking by this face To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage; Enter a MESSenger. Mess. Prepare you, generals: The enemy comes on in gallant show; Their bloody sign of battle is hung out, And something to be done immediately. 673. Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on, Upon the left hand of the even field. 674. Oct. Upon the right hand I; keep thou the left. 675. Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent? Oct. I do not cross you; but I will do so. [March. Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and others. 677. 679. 680. Bru. They stand, and would have parley. Cas. Stand fast, Titinius: we must out and talk. Bru. Words before blows: is it so, countrymen? 686. Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words: Cas. Antony, The posture of your blows are yet unknown; 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, 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?- 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. Lucil. My lord! Cas. Messala, [BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apari. 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 : Be thou my witness, that, against my will, 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. 705. 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, 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 710. 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 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! [Exeunt. SCENE II. - The same. The Field of Battle. Alarum. · Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA. 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. |