Therefore our everlasting farewel take :-
For ever, and for ever, farewel, Caffius!
If we do meet again, why we shall fmile;
If not, why then this parting was well made.
Caf. For ever, and for ever, farewel, Brutus !
If we do meet again, we'll fmile 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 fufficeth, that the day will end,

And then the end is known.-Come, ho! away!

SCENE II. Alarum.

Enter BRUTUS, and MESSALA.

[Exeunt.

Bru. Ride, ride, Meffala, ride, and give these bills Unto the legions on the other fide: [Loud alarum. Let them fet on at once; for I perceive

But cold demeanor in Octavius' wing,

And fudden pufh gives them the overthrow :.
Ride, ride, Meffala; let them all come down.

SCENE III. Alarum.

Enter CASSIUS, and TITINIUS.

[Exeunt.

Caf. O look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! Myfelf have to mine own turn'd enemy: This enfign here of mine was turning back; I flew the coward, and did take it from him. Tit. O Caffius, Brutus gave the word too early: Who, having fome advantage on Octavius, Took it too eagerly; his foldiers fell to fpoil, Whilft we by Antony are all enclos'd.

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Enter PINDARUS.

Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off;
Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord:
Fly therefore, noble Caffius, fly far off.

Caf. This hill is far enough.-Look, look, Titinius;
Are thofe my tents, where I perceive the fire?
Tit. They are, my lord.,

Caf. Titinius, if thou lov'st me,

Mount thou my horse, and hide thy fpurs in him,
'Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops,
And here again; that I may reft affur'd,
Whether you troops are friend or enemy.

Tit. I will be here again; even with a thought.

Caf. Go, Pindarus, get thither on that hill ;
My fight was ever thick; regard Titinius,
And tell me what thou not'ft about the field.-

[Exit

[Exit PINDARUS. This day I breathed firft: time is come round, And, where I did begin, there fhall I end: My life is run his compafs.-Sirrah, what news? Pind. [above.] O my lord!

Caf. What news?

Pind. Titinius is enclofed round about

With horsemen, that make to him on the fpur ;-
Yet he fpurs on. Now they are almost on him; now,
Titinius!-Now fome 'light:-O, he 'lights too:-
He's ta'en and, hark, they fhout for joy. [Shout.
Caf. Come down, behold no more.-
O, coward that I am, to live fo long,
To fee my best friend ta'en before my

Re-enter PINDARUS.

face!

Come hither, firrah:

In Parthia did I take thee prifoner;
And then I fwore thee, faving of thy life,
That whatfoever I did bid thee do,

Thou shouldft attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath;
Now be a freeman; and, with this good fword,
That ran through Cæfar's bowels, fearch this bofom.
Stand not to anfwer: Here, take thou the hilts;
And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,
Guide thou the fword.-Cæfar, thou art reveng'd,
Even with the fword that kill'd thee.
Dies.

Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been,
Durft I have done my will. O Caffius!
Far from this country Pindarus fhall run,

Where never Roman shall take note of him. [Exit.

Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA.

Mef. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,

As Caffius' legions are by Antony.

Tit. Thefe tidings will well comfort Caffius.
Mef. Where did you leave him?

Tit. All difconfolate,

With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

Mef. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground?
Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart!
Mef. Is not that he?

Tit. No, this was he, Meala,

But Caius is no more.-Ogetting fun!
As in thy red rays thou doff ink to night,
So in his red blood Cafus' day is fet;
The fun of Rome is get! Our day is gone;
Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done!
Mistrust of my Success hath done this deed.

Mef. Migrust of good success hath done this deed.

O hateful

O hateful error, melancholy's child!

Why dost thou shew to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not? O error, foon conceiv'd, Thou never comt unto a happy birth,

But killt the mother that engender'd thee.

Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus? Mef. Seek him, Titinius; whilft I go to meet The noble Brutus, thrusting this report

Into his ears: I may fay, thrufting it;
For piercing fteel, and darts envenomed,
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,
As tidings of this fight.

Tit. Hie you, Meffala,

And I will feek for Pindarus the while. [Exit MES.
Why didft thou fend me forth, Brave Caffius?
Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they
Put on my brows this wreath of victory,

And bid me give it thee? Didft thou not hear their
Alas, thou haft mifconftrued every thing. [fhouts?
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 fee how I regarded Caius Caflius.-
By your leave, gods: This is a Roman's part;
Come Caflius' fword, and find Titinius' heart. [Dies.

Alarum. Enter BRUTUS, MESSALA, young CATO,
STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS.

Bru. Where, where, Meffala, doth his body lie? Mef. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it. Bru. Titinius' face is upward..

Cato. He is flain.

Bru. Oh Julius Cæfar, thou art mighty yet! Thy Spirit walks abroad, and turns our words

our own proper entrails.

Cato. Brave Titinius !

[Low alarums.

Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Caffius !
Bru. Are yet two Romans living fuch as these?—
Thou last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
It is imposible, that ever Rome

Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more tears
To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.-
Ishall find time, Caffius, I shall find time.
Come, therefore, and to Thasos fend his body;
His funeralshall not be in our camp,
Let it discomfort us.#Lucilius, come ;-
And come, young Cato; let us to the field.-
Labeo, and Flavius, fet our battles on:-
'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night
We shall try fortune in a fecond fight.

[Exeunt.
SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

Alarum.

Enter BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and

others.

Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet, hold up your heads!

Cato. What baftard doth not? Who will
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 fon of Marcus Cato, ho!

Enter Soldiers, and fight.

go with

[me?

Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus.

[Exit.

Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou dy't as bravely as Titinius ;

And