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And something to be done immediately.
Antony. Octavius, lead your battle softly on, Upon the left hand of the even field. Octavius. Upon the right hand I; keep thou the
left. Antony. Why do you cross me in this exigent? Octavius. I do not cross you; but I will do so.
(March. Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their
Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA,
talk. Octavius. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of
battle? Antony. No, Cæsar, we will
their charge. Make forth; the generals would have some words.
Octavius. Stir not until the signal.
men? Octavius. Not that we love words better, as you
do. Brutus. Good words are better than bad strokes,
Not stingless too.
daggers Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar:
You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like
*Cf. Bacon: “The first wound was given him on the neck by Casco, that stood behind his chair.”—Essex Device (1592). Cassius. Flatterers !-Now, Brutus, thank your
self; This tongue had not offended so to-day, If Cassius might have rul’d. Octavius. Come, come, the cause; if arguing make
us sweat, 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 thirty wounds Be well aveng'd, or till another Cæsar Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors. Brutus. Cæsar, thou canst not die by traitor's
hands, Unless thou bring'st them with thee. Octavius.
So I hope; I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
Brutus. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable. Cassius. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such
Antony. Old Cassius still!
Come, Antony; away !-
(Exeunt Octavius, Antony, and their Army. Cassius. Why now, blow wind, swell billow, and
Brutus. Ho, Lucilius! hark, a word with you.
Cassius. Messala !
What says my general ?
Messala, This is my birthday; 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 fed away and gone, And in their steads do ravens, crows, and kites 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.
*Cf. Bacon: Epicurus, accommodating and subjecting his natural to his moral philosophy (as appears from his own words), would not willingly admit any opinion that depressed or hurt the mind, and troubled, or disturbed that Enthumia of his, which he had adopted from Democritus. being more fond of enjoying the sweets of thought than patient of the truth, he' fairly threw off the yoke, and rejected both the necessity of Fate and the fear of the Gods." -De Augmentis (1622).
Messala. Believe not so.
I but believe it partly,
Brutus. Even so, Lucilius.
Now, most noble Brutus,
Brutus. Even by the rule of that philosophy
Then, if we lose this battle,
Cassius. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus !
(Exeunt. *Cf. Bacon: "What shall be the end?”—Prom. 280 (1594). “To what end?”—M. Ado, II., 3. "Is this the promised end?”—Lear, V., 3.
The Field of Battle.
Brutus. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these
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.
Another Part of the Field.
Titinius. They are, my lord.
Titinius, if thou lov'st me,