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And something to be done immediately.
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, and others.
Brutus. They stand and would have parley. Cassius. Stand fast, Titinius; we must out and
Octavius. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?
Antony. No, Cæsar, we will answer on their charge.
Make forth; the generals would have some words. Octavius. Stir not until the signal.
Brutus. Words before blows; is it so, country
Octavius. Not that we love words better, as you do.
Brutus. Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.
Antony. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words;
Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart,
The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
Not stingless too.
Antony. Villains, you did not so when your vile
Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar:
You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds,
And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet,
*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 yourself;
This tongue had not offended so to-day,
Octavius. Come, come, the cause; if arguing make us sweat,
The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
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
So I hope;
Join'd with a masker and a reveller.
Come, Antony; away!Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth. If you dare fight to-day, come to the field; If not, when you have stomachs.
(Exeunt Octavius, Antony, and their Army. Cassius. Why now, blow wind, swell billow, and
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
Brutus. Ho, Lucilius! hark, a word with you.
(Brutus and Lucilius talk apart.
What says my general?
This is my birthday; as this very day
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. And so, 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,
Now, most noble Brutus,
The very last time we shall speak together;
Brutus. Even by the rule of that philosophy
For fear of what might fall, so to prevent
Brutus. No, Cassius, no! think not, thou noble
That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;
Cassius. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus!
The end of this day's business ere it come!
*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.
Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA.
Brutus. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills
Unto the legions on the other side. (Loud alarum.
Another Part of the Field.
Alarums. Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS.
Cassius. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
Who, having some advantage on Octavius,
Pindarus. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off! Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord! Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off!
Cassius. This hill is far enough.-Look, look,
Are those my tents where I perceive the fire?
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.
Titinius. I will be here again even with a thought.