Struck Cæsar on the neck. O flatterers! Cas. Flatterers-Now, Brutus, thank yourself: This tongue had not offended so to-day, If Cassius might have ruled. Oct. Come, come, the "ause: if arguing make us sweat, The proof of it will turn to redder drops. I draw a sword against conspirators; When think you that the sword goes up again - Oct. So I hope; I was not born to die on Brutns' sword. Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable. Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such ho nor, Join'd with a masker and a reveller. Ant. Old Cassius still! Oct. Come, Antony: away. Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth: [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. 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 compell'd to set Upon one battle all our liberties. You know, that I held Epicurus strong, • Throw. VOL. IV. Xxx + Forem at Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch'd, Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost. Cas, I but believe it partly; For I am fresh of spirit, and resolved Cas. Now, most noble Brutus, The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may, Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, Cas. Then, if we lose this battle, You are contented to be led in triumph Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Ro man, That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; ! The end of this day's business, ere it come! ut 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. Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills Jnto the legions on the other side: [Loud Alarum. [Exeunt. SCENE III.—The same.—Another part of the Field. Alarum.-Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS. Cas. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! 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. Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Cas. This bill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius. Cas. Titinius, if thou lovest me, Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him, Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. Cas. Go, Pindarus, get hither on that hill; And wher I did begin, there I shall end; Enclosed round about with horsemen, that Make to him on the spur;-yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him; now, Titinius!Now some 'light:-0, he 'lights too:-He's ta'en;and, hark! [Shout. They shout for joy. Cas. Come down, behold no more.- Enter PINDARUS. Come hither, sirrah: In Parthia did I take thee prisoner: oath: Now be a freeman; and, with this good sword, venged, Even with the sword that kill'd 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. Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground! Mes. Is not that he ? Tit. No, this was he, Messala, But Cassius is no more.-O setting sun! 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. Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. O hateful error, melancholy's child! Why dost thou shew to the apt thoughts of men, But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee. Tit. Hie you, Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus the while." [Exit Messala. 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, And bid me give't thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts ? Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing. By your leave, gods:-This is a Roman's part: Bru. Where, where, Messala, dóth his body lie! Cato. He is slain. Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails. [Low Alarums. Cato. Brave Titinius! Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius! Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these ?The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! |