Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their army; Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle? Bru. Words before blows: is it so, countrymen? Cas. Antony, This is my birth-day; as this very day 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 resolv'd 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! 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; [us sweat, I draw a sword against conspirators; I was not born to die on Brutus' sword. Ant. Old Cassius still! Oct. Come, Antony; away.— [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. Lucilius! hark, a word with you. Luc. My lord. [Bru. and Luc. converse apart. If we do lose this battle, then is this Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, Cas. Then, if we lose this battle, Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not thou noble That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus! The end of this day's business, ere it come! 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 [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. In Parthia did I take thee prisoner! 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? 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. [deed. 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. Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing 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. SCENE IV. ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD. Alarum. Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both armies; A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; 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: 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 ; Go on, [exeunt. [wordt. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius: list a The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. 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; Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, [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? Mes. How died my master, Strato? Dennis, Adam, } servants to Oliver Touchstone, a clown. Sir Oliver Mar-text, a vicar. Sylvius, shepherds. William, a country fellow in love with: Audrey. 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? Orl. Ay, better than he I am before knows me. 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 |