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That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this bosom.
Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilts;
And when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,

45 Guide thou the sword. [PINDARUS stabs him.] Cæsar, thou

art reveng'd,

Even with the sword that kill'd thee.


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, 50 Where never Roman shall take note of him.



Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
As Cassius' legions are by Antony.


Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
Mes. Where did you leave him?

All disconsolate,

With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

Mes. Is not that he that lies upon the ground?
Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart!
Mes. Is not that he?


No, this was he, Messala,
60 But Cassius is no more. O setting sun,
As in thy red rays thou dost sink to night,
So in his red blood Cassius' day is set;

The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone;
Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done!
65 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 show to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? O error, soon conceiv'd,

70 Thou never com'st unto a happy birth,

But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee!

Tit. What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus?
Mes. Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet
The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
75 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.


Hie you, Messala,

And I will seek for Pindarus the while.


80 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 it thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts ? Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing!

85 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:

90 Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.

[Kills himself.

Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young CATO, and


Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?

Mes. Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.

Bru. Titinius' face is upward.


He is slain.

Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! 95 Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails.

Brave Titinius!

[Low alarums.

Look, whether 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!

100 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.

I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time. Come therefore, and to Thasos send his body: 105 His funerals shall not be in our camp,

Lest it discomfort us. Lucilius, come;
And come, young Cato: let us to the field.
Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on.

"Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night 110 We shall try fortune in a second fight.

SCENE IV. Another part of the field


Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both armies; then
BRUTUS, young CATO, LUCILIUS, and others.

Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!
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!

5 A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;

I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!

Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;

Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus ! [Exit, charging the enemy. CATO is overpower'd, and falls. Lucil. O young and noble Cato, art thou down?

10 Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius,

And mayst be honour'd, being Cato's son.
First Sold. Yield, or thou diest.


Only I yield to die:

Offering money] There is so much that thou wilt kill me


Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.


First Sold. We must not. A noble prisoner!


Sec. Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en.
First Sold. I'll tell the news.

Here comes the general.


Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.

Ant. Where is he?

Lucil. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough.

I dare assure thee that no enemy

Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus :

The gods defend him from so great a shame!
When you do find him, or alive or dead,

25 He will be found like Brutus, like himself.

Ant. This is not Brutus, friend, but, I assure you,
A prize no less in worth. Keep this man safe;
Give him all kindness: I had rather have
Such men my friends than enemies. Go on,
30 And see whether Brutus be alive or dead,
And bring us word unto Octavius' tent
How every thing is chanc'd.

SCENE V. Another part of the field



Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.
Cli. Statilius show'd 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.
Bru. Peace then! no words.

5 It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.


Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius.

Cli. O Dardanius!

I'll rather kill myself.

Shall I do such a deed?

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Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee?
Dar. To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.
Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
That it runs over even at his


15 Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. Vol. What says my lord?


Why, this, Volumnius:
The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me
Two several times by night; at Sardis once,
And this last night here in Philippi fields:
20 I know my hour is come.

Not so, my lord.
Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes;
Our enemies have beat us to the pit:
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves

25 Than tarry till they push us.


[Low alarums.

Good Volumnius,

Thou know'st that we two went to school together:
Even for that our love of old, I prithee,

Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.
Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord.

[Alarum still. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. Bru. Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius. Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; Farewell to thee too, Strato. Countrymen, My heart doth joy that yet in all my life 35 I found no man but he was true to me. I shall have glory by this losing day, More than Octavius and Mark Antony By this vile conquest shall attain unto.

So, fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue

40 Hath almost ended his life's history:

Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,

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