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Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their army;
Lucilius, Titinius, Messala, and others.
Bru. They stand, and would have parley.
Cas. Stand fast, Titinius: we must out and
talk.

Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?
Ant. No, Cæsar, we will answer on their charge.
Make forth, the generals would have some words.
Oct. Stir not until the signal.

Bru. Words before blows: is it so, countrymen?
Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do.
Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes,
Octavius.
[good words:
Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give
Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart,
Crying, Long live! hail, Cæsar!

Cas. Antony,

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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,
And his opinion: now I change my mind,
And partly credit things that do presage.
Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign
Two mighty eagles fell; and there they perch'd,
Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands;
Who to Philippi here consorted us.

This morning are they fled away, and gone;
And, in their steads, do ravens, crows, and kitės,
Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us,
As we were sickly prey; their shadows seem
A canopy most fatal, under which

Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.
Mes. Believe not so.

Cas. I but believe it partly;

For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd
To meet all perils very constantly.

Bru. Even so, Lucilius.

Cas. Now, most noble Brutus,

Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may, daggers

Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar:

Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!
But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain,

You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like Let's reason with the worst that may befall. hounds,

And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet;
While damned Casca, like a cur, behind,
Struck Cæsar on the neck. O flatterers! [self:
Cas. Flatterers!-Now, Brutus, thank your-
This tongue had not offended so to-day,
If Cassius might have rul'd.

[us sweat,
Oct. Come, come, the cause: if arguing make
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?—
Never, till Cæsar's three and twenty wounds
Be well aveng'd; or till another Cæsar
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
Bru. Cæsar, thou canst not die by traitors,
Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
Oct. So I hope;

I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
Young man, thou could'st not die more honourable.
Cas. A peevish school-boy, worthless of such
Join'd with a masker and a reveller. [honour,

Ant. Old Cassius still!

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.
Bru. Ho!

Lucilius! hark, a word with you.

Luc. My lord. [Bru. and Luc. converse apart.
Cas. Messsala,-
Mes. What says my general?
Cas. Messala,

If we do lose this battle, then is this
The very last time we shall speak together:
What are you then determined to do?

Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy,
By which I did blame Cato for the death
Which he did give himself:-I know not how,
But I do find it cowardly and vile,
For fear of what might fall, so to prevent
The time of life:-arming myself with patience,
To stay the providence of some high powers,
That govern us below.

Cas. Then, if we lose this battle,
You are contented to be led in triumph
Thorough the streets of Rome?

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
Must end that work, the ides of March begun!
And whether we shall meet again, I know not.
Therefore our everlasting farewell take :
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!
If we do meet again, why we shall smile;
If not, why then this parting was well made.

Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus!
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. Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give theme bills

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. Cas. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy. This ensign here of mine was turning back; I slew the coward, and did take it from him. 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 enclos'd.

Enter Pindarus.

Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord! Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off. [tinius; Cas. This hill is far enough.-Look, look, TiAre those my tents, where I perceive the fire? Tit. They are, my lord.

Cas. Titinius, if thou lov'st me, Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him, Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops, And here again; that I may rest assur'd, Whether yond' troops are friend or enemy. Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought.

[exit.

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In Parthia did I take thee prisoner!
And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
That whatsoever I did bid thee do, [oath!
Thou should'st attempt it. Come now, keep thine
Now be a freeman; and, with this good sword,
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,
Guide thou the sword.-Cæsar, thou art reveng'd,
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

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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?

Tit. 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?

Tit. No, this was he, Messala, 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!

Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.

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Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this 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, 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 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.

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
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?
Mes. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it.
Bru. Titinius' face is upward.

Cato. He is slain.

Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our 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. It is impossible, that ever Rome [tears Should breed thy fellow.- Friends, I owe more To this dead man, than you shall see me pây.I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.— Come, therefore, and to Thassos send his body; His funeral 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
We shall try fortune in a second fight. [exeunt.

SCENE IV. ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD.

Alarum. Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both armies;
then Brutus, Cato, Lucilius, and others.
Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your
heads!
[with me?
Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go
I will proclaim my name about the field:--
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!

A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! [charges the enemy.
Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;
Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus.
[exit, charging the enemy; Cato, overpowered falls.
Luc. O, young and noble Cato, art thou down?
Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius;
And may'st be honour'd, being Cato's son.
1 Sol. Yield, or thou diest.

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 Sol. We must not.-A noble prisoner! 2 Sol. Room, ho!-Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. [general:

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1 Sol. I'll tell the news.— -Here comes the Enter Antony.

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

Ant. Where is he?

Luc. 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,
He will be found like Brutus, like himself. [you,
Ant. This is not, Brutus, friend; but, I assure
A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe,
Give him all kindness: I had rather have
Such men my friends, than enemies.
And see whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead:
And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent,
How every thing is chanc'd.

Go on,

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Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius: list a
Vol. What says my
lord?
Bru. 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.
I know, my hour is come.
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 Volumuius,
Thou know'st, that we two went to school together;
Even for that our love of old, I pray thee,
Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.
Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord.
[alarum.

Ch. 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,
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
Hath almost ended his life's history:

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 Volumnius. I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it; Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face, While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?

Stra. Give me your hand first: fare you well, my lord.

Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cæsar, now be still: I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. [runs on his sword, and dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter Octavius, Antony, Messala, Lucilius, and their army. Oct. What man is that? [master? Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala; The conquerors can but make a fire of him; For Brutus only overcame himself, And no man else hath honour by his death. Luc. So Brutus should be found.-I thank

thee, Brutus,

That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.

Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain

them.

Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to yo
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 thes
That did the latest service to my master.

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Dennis,

Adam, }

servants to Oliver

Touchstone, a clown.

Sir Oliver Mar-text, a vicar.
Corin,

Sylvius,

shepherds.

William, a country fellow in love with: Audrey.
A person representing Hymen.

Rosalind, daughter to the banished Duke.

Celia, daughter to Frederick.

Phebe, a shepherdess.

Audrey, a country wench.

Lords belonging to the two Dukes; Pages, Foresters, and other Attendants.

The SCENE lies, first, near Oliver's house; afterwards, partly in the Usurper's court, and partly in the Forest of Arden.

ACT I.

SCENE 1. AN ORCHARD, NEAR OLIVER'S HOUSE.

Enter Orlando and Adam.

Orl. Shall I keep your hogs, and eat husks with them? What prodigal portion have I spent, that

I should come to such penury?
Oli. Know you where you are, sir?
Orl. O, sir, very well: here, in your orchard.
Oli. Know you before whom, sir?

Orl. Ay, better than he I am before knows me.
I know you are my eldest brother, and, in the
gentle condition of blood, you should so know ine.
The courtesy of nations allows you my better, in
that you are the first-born; but the same tradition
takes not away my blood, were there twenty bro-
thers betwixt us; I have as much of my father
in me, as you; albeit, I confess, your coming
before me is nearer to his reverence.
Oli. What, boy!

Orl. As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion bequeathed me: By will, but a poor thousand crowns: and, as thou say'st, charged my brother, on his blessing, to breed me well; and there begins my sadness. My brother Jaques he keeps at school, and report speaks goldenly of his profit for my part, he keeps me rustically at home, or, to speak more properly, stays me here at home, unkept; for call you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth, that differs not from the stalling of an ox? His horses are bred better; for, besides that they are fair with their feeding, they are taught their manage, and to that end riders dearly hired but I, his brother, gain nothing under him but growth; for the which his animals on his dunghills are as much bound to him as I. Besides this nothing, that he so plentifully gives me, the something that nature gave me, his countenance seems to take from me: he lets me feed with his hinds, bars me the place of a brother, and, as much as in him lies, mines my gentility with my education. This is it, Adam, that grieves me; and the spirit of my father, which I think is within me, begins to mutiny against this servi-hast tude: I will no longer endure it, though yet I know no wise remedy how to avoid it.

Enter Oliver.

Adam. Yonder comes my master, your brother. Orl. Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will shake me up,

Oli. Now, sir! what make you here?

Orl. Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this.

Oli. Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain?

Orl. I am no villain: I am the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Bois; he was my father; and he is thrice a villain, that says such a father begot villains. Wer't thou not my brother, I would not take this hand from thy throat, till this other had pulled out thy tongue for saying so; thou railed on thyself.

Adam. Sweet masters, be patient; for your father's remembrance, be at accord. Oli. Let me go, I say.

me.

Orl. I will not, till I please: you shall hear My father charged you in his will to give me good education: you have trained me like a peasant, obscuring and hiding from me all gentle

Orl. Nothing: I am not taught to make any man-like qualities. The spirit of my father grows thing.

Oli. What mar you then, sir?

Orl. Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that which God made, a poor unworthy brother of your's, with idleness.

Oli. Marry, sir, be better employ'd, and be Daught awhile.

strong in me, and I will no longer endure it: therefore allow me such exercises as may become a gentleman, or give me the poor allottery my father left me by testament; with that I will go buy my fortunes.

Oli. And what wilt thou do? beg, when that is spent? Well, sir, get you in; I will not long

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