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Cassius. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill ;
(Pindarus goes up.
Pindarus. (Abovc) O my lord !
Pindarus. Titinius is enclosed round about
and, hark! They shout for joy.
Come down, behold no more.O, coward that I am to live so long, To see my best friend ta’en before my face !
PINDARUS comes down. Come hither, sirrah! In Parthia did I take thee prisoner; And then I swore thee, saving of thy life, That whatsoever I did bid thee do, Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine
oath! Now be a freeman; and with this good sword' That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this bosom. Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilts; And when my face is cover'd, as 't is now, Guide thou the sword.—Cæsar, thou art reveng'd, Even with the sword that kill'd thee.
(Dies. Pindarus. So, I am free; yet would not so have
been, Durst I have done my will.-0 Cassius ! Far from this country Pindarus shall run, Where never Roman shall take note of him. (Exit.
Enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. Nessala. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power, As Cassius' legions are by Antony.
Titinius. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
All disconsolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.
Messala. Is not that he that lies upon the ground?
No, this was he, Messala,
our deeds are done! Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.** *Cf. Bacon: “Ut esse Phoebi rubrius lumen solet
Jam jam codentis.”—Prom. No. 171 (1594). (As the light of Phoebus is wont to be redder when he is setting.)
“The weary sun hath made a golden set,” etc.—Rich. III., V., 3.
** See II., 2, 6 above. Bacon (Adv. of L. II., 4, 2) speaks of "the successes and issues of actions.'-Rolfe. Messala. Mistrust of good success hath done this
deed. O hateful Error, Melancholy's child! Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not? O Error, soon conceiv’d, Thou never com’st unto a happy birth, But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee. Titinius. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pin
darus? Messala. Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet The noble Brutus, thrusting this report Into his ears ;-I may say, thrusting it, For piercing steel and darts envenomed* Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus As tidings of this sight.
*Cf. Bacon: “A seditious slander, like to that the poet speaketh of, a venomous dart that hath both iron and poison.” -Charge against St. John (1615).
Both authors describe an evil report, thrust into the ears, as a steel or iron dart, envenomed.
Hie you, Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
(Dies. Alarum. Enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and
LUCILIUS. Brutus. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? Messala. Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it. Brutus. Titinius' face is upward. Cato.
He is slain. Brutus. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails.
(Low alarums. Cato.
Brave Titinius! Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius ! Brutus. Are yet two Romans living such
these?The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe moe tears To this dead man than you shall see me pay.I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.Come, therefore, and to Thassos send his body; His funerals shall not be in our camp, Lest it discomfort us.-Lucilius, come; And come, young Cato; let us to the field.Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on.'T is three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night We shall try fortune in a second fight. (Exeunt.
Another Part of the Field. Alarum. Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both Armies; then BRUTUS, ČATO, LUCILIUS, and others. Brutus. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your
heads! Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with
(Charges the enemy. Brutus. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus !
(Exit, charging the enemy. Cato is overpow
ered, and falls. Lucilius. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius, And mayst be honour'd, being Cato's son.
1 Soldier. Yield, or thou diest. Lucilius.
Only I yield to die: There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight;
(Offering money. Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.
1 Soldier. We must not.-A noble prisoner! 2 Soldier. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is
ta'en. 1 Soldier. I'll tell the news.-Here comes the general.
Enter ANTONY. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta’en, my lord.
Antony. Where is he?
Lucilius. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough. I dare assure thee that no enemy Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus;
The gods defend him from so great a shame!
Another Part of the Field. Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS,
STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS. Brutus. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on
this rock. Clitus. Statilius show'd the torch-light, but, my
lord, He came not back; he is or ta'en or slain. Brutus. Sit thee down, Clitus. Slaying is the
word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
(Whispering Clitus. What! I, my lord? No, not for all the
world. Brutus. Peace then! no words. Clitus.
I 'll rather kill myself. Brutus. Hark thee, Dardanius! (Whispers him. Dardanius. ,
Shall I do such a deed? Clitus. O Dardanius! Dardanius. ( Clitus ! Clitus. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? Dardanius. To kill him, Clitus. Look, he medi