The things that are not? O error, soon conceived, Thou never comest unto a happy birth, Tit. Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing. Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body 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! more tears To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.- 'Tis three o'cle ck; and, Romans, yet erent We shall try fortune in a second fight. Ex SCENE IV. Another part of the Fun Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of d armies; then BRUTUS, CATO, LECI and Others. Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet bold cpy heads! Cato. What bastard doth not? Who wit I will proclaim my name about the leid I am the son of Marcus Cato, be! A foe to tyrants, and my country's fort I am the son of Marcus Cato, bo! [Charges the many Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcas Brus, Brutus, my country's friend; know m Brutus. [Exit, charging the enemy. CATE overpowered, and falls. Luc. O young and noble Cato, at the down? Why, now thon diest as bravely as Tim And may'st be honoured being Cato's m 1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest. Luc. Only I yield to en There is so much that then with straight; [Offering N Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his dad. 1 Sold. We must not.-A noble pr 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Bru ta'en. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news.-Here co Enter ANTONY. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. Ant. Where is he? Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe eroti I dare assure thee, that no enemy Shall ever take alive the noble Brex When you do find him, or alive, or don The gods defend him from so great a He will be found like Bratus, like ba? Ant. This is not Bratus, friend; but I sure you, A prize no less in worth: keep this man Give him all kindness: I had rather ve Such men my friends than enemies. Ge And see whe'r Brutus be alive or dent And bring us word, unto Octavins' tu How every thing is chanced. SCENE V. Another part of the Field Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIES, CLIT STRATO, and VOLUMNICS. Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, on this rock. Cli. Statilius show'd the torch light; bil He came not back; he is or ta'en or sa Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: Slaying w↑ word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, • Whether. Cli, What, I, my lord! No, not for all world. Bru. Peace then, no words. Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief, That it runs over even at his eyes. Bru, Come hither, good Volumnius: list a Vol. What says my lord? [word. Bru. Why this, Volumnius: The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me fwo several times by night at Sardis, once; ind, this last night, here in Philippi' fields. know my hour is come. Vol. Not so, my lord. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. hou see'st the world, Volumuius, how it goes; Our enemies have beat us to the pit : tis more worthy to leap in ourselves, han tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, [gether; hou know'st, that we two went to school toEven for that our love of old, I pray thee, fold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. [Alarum stili. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying [Volumnius. here. Bru, Farewell to you ;-andyou-and you, itrato, thou hast been all this while asleep; arewell to thee too, Strato.-Countrymen, My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life, found no man, but he was true to me. shall have glory by this losing day, More than Octavius and Mark Antony, by this vile conquest shall attain unto. , fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue fath almost ended his life's history: Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cæsar, now I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. Oct. What man is that? Mess. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy master? [Messala; Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, The conquerors can but make a fire of him; For Brutus only overcame himself, And no man else bath honour by his death. Luc. So Brutus should be found.-I thank thee, Brutus, That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true. tain them: Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? [you. Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them Oct. According to his virtue let us use bim, That have but labour'd to attain this hour. With all respect and rites of burial. [Alarum. Cry within, Fly, fly, fly. Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie, C. Fly, my lord, fly. Most like a soldier, order'd honourably. Hence; I will follow thee. So, call the field to rest and let's away, [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and Vo-To part the glories of this happy day. Bru. LUMNIUS. [Exeunt. Of this tragedy many particular passages deserve regard, and the contention and recon element of Brutus and Cassius is universally celebrated; but I have never been strongly ag tates in perusing it, and think it somewhat cold and unaffecting, compared with some other of Shakspeare's plays: his adherence to the real story, and to Roman manners, seem to have impeded the natural vigour of his genius.-JOHNSON. Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO. Phi. Nay, but this dotage of our general's, O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war [turn, Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart Which in the scuffles of great fights hath [per; The buckles on his breast, reneges all temAnd is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust. Look where they come! Flourish. Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, with their Trains; Eunuchs fanning her. burst Take but good note, and you shall see in him The triple pillar of the world transform'd Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see. Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be reck on'd. Cleo. I'll set a bourn + how far to be beloved. Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth. Ant. Enter an Attendant. Att. News, my good lord, from Rome. Grates me-the sum. Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony: Fulvia, perchance, is angry; Or, who knows If the scarce-bearded Cæsar have not sent His powerful mandate to you, Do th this; ¡that Take in that kingdom, and enfranchin Perform't, or else we damn thee. Ant. How, my lew Cleo. Perchance,-nay, and most like, You must not stay here longer, your distriNE Is come from Cæsar; therefore hear it, Âm [say?-Boch Where's Fulvia's process? Cæsar's, I w Call in the messengers.-As I am Egyp queen, tony. Thou blushest, Antony; and that bleed al Is Cæsar's homager: else so thy cheek pe shame, [venger When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds.-The m Ant. Let Rome in Tiber melt! and the wor 's not confound the time with conference harsh: [stretch re's not a minute of our lives should thout some pleasure now: What sport to leo. Hear the ambassadors. (night? nt. Fie, wrangling queen! om every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, weep; whose every passion fally strives make itself, in thee, fair and »dmired! messenger; but thine and all alone, [note äght we'll wander through the streets, and qualities of people. Come, my queen; night you did desire it: Speak not to us. [E. ANT. and CLEO, with their Train. em. Is Cæsar with Antonius prized so slight? [tony, . Sir, sometimes, when he is not Ancomes too short of that great property ch still should go with Antony. em. I'm full sorry, ENE II. The same. Another Room. ar. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any ez. Soothsayer. oth. Your will? [know things? ar. Is this the man?-Is't you, sir, that eth. In nature's infinite book of secrecy, tie I can read. ez. your Show him hand. . Bring in the banquet quickly; wine gh, Cleopatra's health to drink. bar. Good sir, give me good fortune. th. I make not, but foresee. Cr. Pray, then, foresee me one. Char. O excellent! I love long life better than figs. [former fortune Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer Than that which is to approach. Char. Then, belike, my children shall have no names: Pr' ythee, bow many boys and wenches must I have? Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb, And fertile every wish, a million. Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. Alex. You think, none but your sheets are privy to your wishes. Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers: Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else. Char. Even as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth famine. Iras. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay. Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear.-Pr'ythee, tell her but a worky-day for Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than she? Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than 1, where would you choose it? * Iras. Not in my husband's nose. Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas,-come, his fortune, his fortune.-O, let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee! And let her die too, and give him a worse! and let worse follow worse, till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good Isis), hear me this prayer, though you deny me a matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee! Irus. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to h. You shall be yet far fairer than you see a handsome man loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorrow to behold a foul knave uncuckolded; Therefore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly! Char. Amen. Shall be bastards, An Egyptian goddess. Alex. Here, madam, at your service.-My, The hand could pluck her back, that m lord approaches. Enter ANTONY, with a Messenger and Attendants. Cleo. We will not look upon him: Go with us. Mess. Fulvia, thy wife, first came into the Whose better issue in the war, from Italy, Mess. His conquering banner shook, from Syria Whilst Ant. Antony, thou wouldst say,— her on. I must from this enchanting queen breakof barbus! Enter ENOBARBUS. Eno. What's your pleasure, sir? Eno. Under a compelling occasion, it wo men die: It were pity to cast them smy nothing; though, between them and cause, they should be esteemed nothing. patra, catching but the least noise of this, vơ instantly; I have seen her die twenty upon far poorer moment: I do this, then mettle in death, which commits some b act upon her, she hath such a celerity, indyka Ant. She is cunning past man's thought, Eno. Alack, sir, no; her passions are a of nothing but the finest part of pure l We cannot call her winds and water, and tears; they are greater storms and pests than almanacks can report: this be canning in her; if it be, she makes a share of rain as well as Jove. Ant. 'Would I had never seen her! Ena O, sir, you had then left unseen a ge-derful piece of work; which not to have be blessed withal, would have discredited travel. Ant. Fulvia is dead. Ant. Fulvia is dead. Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome: Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and tannt my faults [malice With such full license, as both truth and Have power to utter, O, then we bring forth weeds, [told us, When our quick winds + lie still; and our ills Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a fimdhj Is as our earing. Fare thee well a while. sacrifice. When it pleaseth their des Mess. At your noble pleasure. [Exit. take the wife of a man from him, it show Ant. From Sicyon how the news? Speak man the tailors of the earth; comforting the [such an one?in, that when old robes are worn out the are members to make new. If there we more women but Fulvia, then had you a cut, and the case to be lamented; this gri is crowned with consolation; your old brings forth a new petticoat-and, inden the tears live in an onion, that should wi this sorrow. there. I Att. The man from Sicyon.-Is there [Gives a letter. Ant. The business she hath broached i Cannot endure my absence. Eno. And the business you have brand here cannot be without you; especially of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on abode. Ant. No more light answers. • Seized. | Expeditise |