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Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Phi Bru. Yes, that thou didst : Didst thou see lippi.

any thing? Bru. Well;

Luc. Nothing, my lord. Then I shall see thee again?

Bru. Sleep again, Lucius.-Sirrah, Claudius! Ghost. Ay, at Philippi. [Ghost vanishes. Fellow thou ! awake. Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then.“ Var. My lord. Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest :

Clau. My lord. Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee. Bru. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep? Boy! Lucius !—Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Var. & Clau. Did we, niy lord ? Claudius !

Bru. Ay; saw you any thing?
Luc. The strings, my lord, are false.

Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing.
Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instrument. Clau. Nor I, my lord.
Lucius, awake.

Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother Luc. My lord!

Cassius; Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so Bid him set on his powers betimes before, cry’dst out?

And we will follow. Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. Var.& Clau. It shall be done, my lord. [Ercunt.

ACT V.

Bru. Words before blows: Isitso, countrymen? SCENE I.-The Plains of Phi ippi. Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do.

Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes, Enter Octavius, Antony, and their army.

Octavius. Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered: Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give You said, the enemy would not come down,

good words: But keep the hills and upper regions ;

Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart, It proves not so: their battles are at hand; Crying, Long live! hail, Cæsar ! They mean to warn us at Philippi here,

Cas. Antony, Answering before we do demand of them.

The posture of your blows are yet unknown ; Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, Wherefore they do it: they could be content And leave them honeyless. To visit other places; and come down

Ant. Not stingless too. With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face, Bru. O, yes, and soundless too ; Tofasten in our thoughts that they have courage; For you have stoln their buzzing, Antony, But 'tis not so.

And, very wisely, threat before you sting. Enter a Messenger.

Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile

daggers Mess. Prepare you, generals :

Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar : The enemy comes on in gallant show ;

You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn’d Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,

like hounds, And something to be done immediately. And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet;

Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind, Upon the left hand of the even field.

Struck Crsar on the neck. O flatterers ! Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left. Cas. Flatterers !-Now, Brutus, thank yourAnt. Why do you cross me in this exigent?

self: Oct. I do not cross you; but I will do so. This tongue had not offended so to-day,

[March. If Cassius might have ruld.

Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing make Drum. Enter BRUTUS, Cassius, and their

us sweat, Army; Lucilius, Titinius, Messala, and The proof of it will turn to redder drops. Others. Bru. They stand, and would have parley. I draw a sword against conspirators; Cas. Stand fast, Titinius: We must out and when think you that the sword goes up again?-talk.

Never, till Cæsar's three and twenty wounds Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle? Be well aveng’d; or till another Cæsar

Ant. No, Cæsar, we will answer on their charge. Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors. Make forth, the generals would have some words. Bru. Cæsar, thou can'st not die by traitors, Oct. Stir not until the signal.

Unless thou bring'st them with thee.

Look;

[Loud alaram.

Oct. So I hope;

Cas. Then, if we lose this battle,
I was not born to die on Brutus' sword. You are contented to be led in triumph

Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Thorough the streets of Rome?
Young man,

thou could'st not die inore honour Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble able.

Roman, Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such that ever Brutus will go bound to Rome ; honour,

He bears too great a mind. But this same day Join'd with a masker and a reveller.

Must end that work, the ides of March begun; Ant. Old Cassius still!

And whether we shall meet again, I know not. Oct. Come, Antony; away.—

Therefore our everlasting farewell take:Denance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth : For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius! If you dare fight to-day, come to the field ; If we do meet again, why we shall smile ; If not, when you have stomachs.

If not, why then this parting was well male

. [Ereunt Octarius, Antuny, and their Army. Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus ! Cus. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow'; | If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed; and swim, bark !

If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made. The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. Bru. Why then, lead on.-0, that a tran Bru, Ho!

might know Lucilius; hark, a word with you.

The end of this day's business, ere it come! Luc. My lord.

But it sufficeth, that the day will end, [Brutus and Lucilius converse apart. And then the end is known.—Come, bo ! away! Cas. Messala,

[Exeunt

. Mes. What says my general ? Cas. Messala,

SCENE II.-The same.

The

field of battle. This is my birth-day ; as this very day Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala :

Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA. Be thou my witness, that, against my will, Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these As Pompey was, am I compellid to set

bills Upon one battle all our liberties.

Unto the legions on the other side : You know, that I held Epicurus strong, And bis opinion : now I change my mind, Let them set on at once; for I perceive And partly credit things that do presage. But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing, Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign And sudden push gives them the overthrow. Two mighty eagles fell; and there they perch’d, Ride, ride, Messala ; let them all come down. Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' ħands; Who to Philippi here consorted us : This morning are they fled away, and gone ; SCENE III.--The same. Another partof the field, And in their steads, do ravens, crows, and kites, Fly o’er our heads, and downward look on us,

Alarum. Enter Cassius and TitINICS. As we were sickly prey; their shadows seem Cas. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains ty! A canopy most fatal, under which

Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy: Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost. TH ensign here of mine was turning back; Mes. Believe not so.

I slew the coward, and did take it from him. Cas. I but believe it partly ;

Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early: For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd

Who, having some advantage on Octavius, To meet all perils very constantly.

Took it too eagerly; his soldiers fell to spoil

, Bru. Even so, Lucilius.

Whilst we by Antony are all enclos’d.
Cas. Now, most noble Brutus,
The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may,

Enter PINDARUS.
Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age ! Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further of';
But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain, Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord!
Let's reason with the worst that may befall. Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly får off.
If we do lose this battle, then is this

Cas. This hill is far enough.-Look, look, The very last time we shall speak together :

Titinius; What are you then determined to do?

Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire? Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, Tit. They are, my lord. By which I did blamne Cato for the death Cas. Titinius, if thou lov'st me, Which he did give himself: I know not how, Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him, But I do find it cowarıily and vile,

Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent And here again ; that I may rest assur'd, The time of life :--arming myself with patience, Whether yond' troops are friend or enein To stay the providence of some high powers, Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. That govern us below.

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CILIUS.

Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill; The things that are not? O error, soon conceiv'd,
My sight was ever thick ; regard Titinius, Thou never com’st unto a happy birth,
And tell me what thou not'st about the field. But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee.

[Exit Pindarus. Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pin-
This day I breathed first : time is come round, darus ?
And where I did begin, there I shall end ; Mes. Seek him, Titinius : whilst I go to meet
My life is run his compass.-Sirrah, what news? The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
Pin. [Above. ] O my lord !

Into his ears: I may say, thrusting it ; Cas. What news!

For piercing steel, and darts envenomed,
Pin. Titinius is

Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,
Enclosed round about with horsemen, that
Make to him on the spur ;-Yet he spurs on.-

As tidings of this sight.

- , Now they are almost on him; now, Titinius ! And I will seek for Pindarus the while. Now some 'light:40, he 'lights too :-he's

[Erit Messala. ta’en ;-and, hark !

[Shout. Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? They shout for joy.

Did not meet thy friends ? and did not they Cas. Come down, behold no more.

Put on my brows this wreath of victory, 0, coward that I am, to live so long,

And bid me give't thee? Didst thou not bear To see my best friend ta’en before my face !

their shouts ?

Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing.
Enter PixDARUS.

But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow ; Come hither, sirrah :

Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I In Parthia did I take thee prisoner ;

Will do his bidding.–Brutus, come apace, And then I swore thee, saving of thy life, And see how I regarded Caius Cassius. That whatsoever I did bid thee do,

By your leave, gods :- This is a Roman's part: Thou should'st attempt it. Come now, keep Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. thine oath !

Dies. Now be a freeman ; and, with this good sword, That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this Alarum. Re-enter Messala, with BRUTUS, bosom.

young Cato, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LuStand not to answer : Here, take thou the hilts; And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now, Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body Guide thou the sword.-Cæsar, thou art reveng'd,

lie? Even with the sword that kill'd thee. Dies. Mes. Lo, yonder ; and Titinius mourning it.

Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been, Bru. Titinius' face is upward. Durst I have done my will. O Cassius !

Cato. He is slain. Far from this country Pindarus shall run, Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet ! Where never Roman shall take note of him. Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords

[Exit. In our own proper entrails. [Low alarums.

Cato. Brave Titinius!
Re-enter Titinius, with MESSALA.

Look whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius ! Mes. It is but change, Titinius ; for Octavius Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,

these? As Cassius' legions are by Antony.

The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. It is impossible, that ever Rome
Mes. Where did you leave him?

Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more Tit. All disconsolate,

tears With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.

Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground? I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.Tit

. He lies not like the living. O my heart! Come, therefore, and to Thassos send his body; Mes. Is not that he ?

His funeral shall not be in our camp, Tit. No, this was he, Messala,

Lest it discomfort us.-Lucilius, come ;But Cassius is no more.-0 setting sun ! And come, young Cato; let us to the field. As in thy red rays thou dost sink to night, Labeo, and Flavius, set our battles on :So in his red blood Cassius' day is set ;

'Tis three o'clock ; and, Romans, yet ere night The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone; We shall try fortune in a second fight. [Exeunt. Clouds, dews, and dangers come ; our deeds are done !

SCENE IV.-Another part of the field. Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both armies ; deed.

then BRUTUS, CATO, Lucilius, and Others. O hateful error, melancholy's child !

Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men heads !

Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go Cli. O, Dardanius! with me?

Dar. 0, Clitus! I will proclaim my name about the field : Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!

Dar. To kill him, Clitus: Look, he meditates. A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief, I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho !

That it runs over even at his eyes.

[Charges the enemy. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius ; list a Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;

word.
Brutus, my country's friend : know me for Vol. What says my lord ?
Brutus.

Bru. Why, this, Volumnius:
[Erit, charging the enemy. Cato is The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me
overpowered, and falls.

Two several times by night: at Sardis, once;
Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? And, this last night, here in Philippi' fields.
Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; I know, my hour is come.
And may'st be honour'd, being Cato's son. Vol. Not so, my lord.
1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest.

Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Luc, Only I yield to die:

Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes ; There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; Our enemies have beat us to the pit:

[offering money. It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, 1. Sold, We must not.-A noble prisoner! Thou know'st, that we two went to school to

1 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is getber; ta'en.

Even for that our love of old, I pray thee, 1 Sold. I'll tell the news. Here comes the Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. general:

Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord.

[Alarum still. Enter ANTONY.

Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.

here, Ant. Where is he?

Bru. Farewell to you ;—and you ;~and you, Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough:

Volumnius. I dare assure thee, that no enemy

Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:

Farewell to thee too, Strato.--Countrymen, The gods defend him from so great a shame! My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life, When

you do find him, or alive, or dead, I found no man, but he was true to me. He will be found like Brutus, like himself. I shall have glory by this losing day, Ant. This is not Brutus, friend ; but, I assure More than Octavius, and Mark Antony, you,

By this vile conquest shall attain unto. A prize no less in worth : keep this man safe, So, fare you well at once ; for Brutus' tongue Give him all kindness; I had rather have Hath almost ended his life's history: Such men my friends, than enemies. Go on, Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would And see whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead :

rest, And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent, That have but labour d to attain this hour. How every thing is chanc'd. [Ereunt.

[Alarum. Cry within ; Fly, fly, fly.

Cli, Fly, my lord, fly.
SCENE V.—Another part of the field. Bru. Hence; I will follow thee.
Enter Brutus, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, I pr’ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord :

[Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius. and VOLUMNIUS.

Thou art a fellow of a good respect ; Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: this rock.

Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face, Cli. Statilius show'd the torch-light; but, my While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato ? lord,

Stra. Give me your hand first : Fare you He came not back; he is or ta’en, or slain.

well, my lord. Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus : Slaying is the Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cæsar, now be word;

still: It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus. I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.

Whispering:

[He runs on his sword, and dies. Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.

Alarum. Retreat. Enter Octavius, ANTONY, Bru. Peace then, no words.

MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and their Army.
Cli. I'll rather kill myself.

Oct. What man is that?
Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! [Whispers him. Mes. My master's man.Strato, where is
Dar. I do such a deed?

thy master?

Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all:
Messala;

All the conspirators, save only he,
The conquerors can but make a fire of him; Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar ;
For Brutus only overcame himself,

He, only, in a general honest thought, fil des And no man else hath honour by his death. And common good to all, made one of them.

Luc. So Brutus should be found.—I thank His life was gentle; and the elements
thee, Brutus,

So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up,
That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. And say to all the world, This was a man!
Oct. All that servd Brutus, I will entertain Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,
them.

With all respect, and rites of burial.
Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.

Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.-
Oct. Do so, Messala.

So, call the field to rest: and let's away,
Mes. How died my master, Strato ?

To part the glories of this happy day.
Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it.

[ Ereunt
Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
That did the latest service to my master.

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