Of marching to Philippi presently? Cas. I do not think it good. Bru. Your reason? Cas. This it is: 'Tis better that the enemy seek us: So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground, it me. Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy I know, young bloods look for a time of rest. Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encourag'd : I will not hold thee long: if I do live, From which advantage shall we cut him off, These people at our back. Cus. Hear me, good brother. Bru. Under your pardon-You must note be- That we have tried the utmost of our friends, Is bound in shallows, and in miseries. Cas. Then, with your will, go on; I will be good to thee. [Music, and a Song. This is a sleepy tune :-O murd'rous slumber! Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, That plays thee music ?-Gentle knave, good night; I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee. night. Let me see, let me see;-Is not the leaf turu'd Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Phi-I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes lippi. Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk. Cas. No more. Good night; Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. Good night, Titinius :-Noble, noble Cassius, Cas. O my dear brother! This was an ill beginning of the night: Never come such division 'tween our souls! That shapes this monstrous apparition, It comes upon me :-Art thou any thing? Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Bru. Well; Then I shall see thee again? Ghost. Ay, at Philippi. [GHOST vanishes. Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then. Var. Clau. Did we, my lord? Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother Bid him set on his powers betimes before, Var. Clau. It shall be done, my lord. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE 1.-The Plains of Philippi. Enter OctavIUS ANTONY, and their Army. Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know Enter a MESSENGER. Mess. Prepare you, generals: The enemy comes on in gallant show; Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on. Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent? [March. This tongue had not offended so to-day, Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing make The proof of it will turn to redder drops. I draw a sword against conspirators; When think you that the sword goes up again ?- I was not born to die on Brutus' sword. strain, Young man, thou could'st not die more honourable. Cas. A peevish school-boy, worthless of such honour, Join'd with a masker and a reveller. Ant. Old Cassius still! Oct. Come, Antony; away.- [Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. Lucilius; hark, a word with you. Luc. My lord. [BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart. Cas. Messala,— Mes. What says my general ? Cas. Messala, This is my birth-day; as this very day Was Cassins born. Give me thy hand, Messala : Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their | Upon one battle all our liberties. Bru. They stand, and would have parley. talk. Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of tle? Ant. No, Cesar, we will answer on charge. and bat You know, that I held Epicurus strong, Make forth, the generals would have some words. Bru. Words before blows: Is it so, country men ? Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do. Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give Witness the hole you made in Cesar's heart, Cas. Antony, The posture of your blows are yet unknown; Ant. Not stingless too. Bru. Oh! yes, and soundless too; For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony, And, very wisely, threat before you sting. Cas. I but believe it partly : Cas. Now, most noble Brutus, The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may, Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile But I do find it cowardly and vile, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent Cas. Then, If we lose this battle, Bru. No, Cassius, no : think not, thou noble • Summon. That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome: The end of this day's business ere it come! Unto the legions on the other side: [Loud Alarum. Let them set on at once; for I perceive But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing, 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. Alarum.-Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS. Who having some advantage on Octavius, Enter PINDARUS. Enter PINDARUS. Come hither, Sirrah : In Parthia did I take thee prisoner; Now be a freeman: and, with this good sword, bosom. Stand not to answer; Here, take thou the hilts; [Dies. Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been, Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. With Pindarus his boudman, on this hill. ground? Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart! Tit. No, this was he, Messala, But Cassius is no more.-O setting sun! done! Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. O hateful error, melancholy's child! Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Thou never com'st unto a happy birth, Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Ti- Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire? Cas. Titinius, if thou lov'st me, Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops, Cas. What news Pin. Titinius is? Enclosed round about with horsemen, that They shout for joy. [Shout. Cas. Come down, behold no more.- Billets containing directions. But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee. Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pin darus? Mcs. Seek him, Titinius: whilst I go to meet Tit. Hie you, Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus the while. [Exit MESSALA. Alas! thou hast misconstrued every thing. Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, SCENE IV.-Another part of the field. Alarum.-Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both Armies; then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and others. Bru. Yet, countrymen, oh! yet hold up your heads! Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me? I will proclaim my name about the field :- [Charges the Enemy. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus. CATO is [Exit, charging the Enemy. overpowered and falls. Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; Luc. Only I yield to die : There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; [Offering Money. Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. 1 Sold. We must нot.-A noble prisoner! 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is Cli. Statilins 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; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.[Whispering. Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world. Bru. Peace then, no words. Dar. I do such a deed? [Whispers him. Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? Dar. To kill him, Clitus: Look, he medi tates. Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief, That it runs over even at his eyes. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. Vol. What says my lord? Bru. Why, this, Volumnius: The ghost of Cesar hath appear'd to me Vol. Not so, my lord. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Our enemies have beat us to the pit : It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, Thou know'st that we two went to school together; Even for that our love of old, I pray thee, Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying bere. Bru. Farewell to you;-aud you;-and you Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep: Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest; That have but labour'd to attain this hour. [Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, fly. Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. Bru. Hence; I will follow thee. [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUM NIUS. I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cesar, now be still: I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. [He runs on his Sword and dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and their Army. Oct. What man is that? Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy master? Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala ; The conquerors can but make a fire of him; H For Brutus only overcame himself, That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. Oct. Do so, Messala. Mes. How died my master, Strato? Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master. Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all † All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Cesar : With all respect and rites of burial. use 'Exeunt. |