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! 703. 705. 707. Cas. Messala, [BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart. - Mes. What says my general? 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 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 Bru. Even so, Lucilius. 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 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 know -O that a man might The end of this day's business ere it come! But it sufficeth that the day will end, 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. SCENE III. The same. Another part of the Field. Alarums. - Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS. 714. Cas. O, look, Titinius, look; the villains fly! 715. Enter PINDarus. 716. Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord! 719. Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off. Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius; Cas. Titinius, if thou lov'st me, Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him, 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, Cas. What news? 724. Pin. Titinius is enclosed round about With horsemen, that make to him on the spur; - Now they are almost on him. Now some light: - O, he lights too: He's ta'en; and, hark! They shout for joy. [Shout. 725. Cas. Come down; behold no more. Enter PINDARUS. Come hither, sirrah! In Parthia did I take thee prisoner; Come now, keep thine oath! Now be a freeman; and with this good sword, That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this bosom. 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. Tit. All disconsolate, 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! 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? 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 |