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Oct. Your brother too must die. Consent you, Le- But that my noble master will appear
pidus?

Such as he is, full of regard, and honour.
Lep. I do consent.

Bru. He is not doubted.- A word, Lucilius !
Oct. Prick him down, Antony!

How he receiv'd you, let me be resolv'd.
Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live, Luc. With courtesy, and with respect enough;
Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony !

But not with such familiar instances, in the beach

Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him. Nor with such free and friendly conference,
Lore Le But, Lepidus, go you to Caesar's house;

As he hath us'd of old.
Fetch the will hither, and we will determine

Bru. Thou hast describ'd
!
Ilow to cut off some charge in legacies.

A hot friend cooling. Ever note, Lucilius,
Lep. What, shall I find

you
here?

When love begins to sicken and decay,
Oct. Or bere, or at

It useth an entorced ceremony.
TO The Capitol.

(Exit Lepidus. There are no tricks in plain aud simple faith: Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man,

But hollow men, like horses hot at hand, Eens Meet to be sent on errands. Is it fit,

Make gallant show and promise of their mettle: rasms The three-fold world divided, he should stand But, when they should endure the bloody spor, a.reads One of the three to share it?

They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades, Oct. So you thought him;

Sink in the trial. Comes his army on? s are 2 (sAnd took his voice who should be prick'd to die, Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarI straightIn our black sentence and proscription.

ter'd; Fortistic Ant. Octavius, I have more days than you: The greater part, the horse in general, ve users and though we lay these houours on this mau, Are come with Cassius,

(March within. Brates To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, Bru. Hark, he is arrived !ozlates He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold, March gently on to meet him. med To groan and sweat under the business,

Enter Cassius and Soldiers. ing mere Either led or driven, as we point the way:

Cas. Stand, ho! And having brought our treasure where we will, Bru. Stand, ho! speak the word along. use the * Then take we down his load, and turn him ott, Mithin. Stand ! that I Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,

Hithin. Stand ! palettes And graze in commons.

Within, Stand ! forth of Oct. You may do your will;

Cas. Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.
But he's a tried and valiant soldier.

Bru. Judge me, you gods! Wroug I mine enemics ?
Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that, And, if not so, liow should I wrong a brother?
I do appoint him store of provender.

Cas. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs;
It is a creature that I teach to fight,

And when you do them
To wind, to stop, to run directly on;

Bru. Cassius, be content, 4022 , på His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit. Speak your griefs softly, -- I do know you well:And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;

Before the eyes of both our armies here,
He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth : Which should perceive nothing but love from us,
A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds

Let us not wrangle. Bid them move away:
On objects, arts, and imitations ;

Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
White Which, out of use, and stald by other men, And I will give you audience.
Begin his fashion. Do not talk of him,

Cas. Pindarus,
But as a property. And now, Octavius,

Bid our commanders lead their charges off
Listen great things.- Brutus and Cassius,

A little from this ground.
Are levying powers : we must straight make head: Bru. Lucilius, do the like; and let no man
Therefore, let our alliance be combin’d,

Come to our tent, till we have done our conference. Our best friends made, and our best means stretch'd | Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. [Exeunt. out;

SCENE III. – Within the tent of Brutes. LUCIL'S And let us presently go sit in council,

and Titistus at some distance from it.
How.covert matters may be best disclos’d,

Enter Brutus and Cassius.
And
open perils surest answered.

Cus.That you have wrong'd me, dotn appear in this:
Oct. Let us do so: for we are at the stake, You have condemn'd and poted Lucius Pella,
And bay'd about with many enemies:

For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear, Wherein, my letters, praying on his side,
Millions of mischief.

(Exeunt. Because I knew the map, were slighted off.

Brr. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a case. SCENE II. - Before Brutus' tent ,

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Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet
Sardis.

That every nice offence should bear his comment.
Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, Lucius, and Sol- Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself

diers : Titinius and Pindarus, meeting them. Are much condemu'd to have an itching palin ;
Bru. Stand here !

To sell and mart your offices for gold,
Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand!

To undeservers.
Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near? Cas. I an itching palm ?
Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come

You know, that you are Brntus that speak this,
To do you salutation from his master.

Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.
(Pindarus gives a letter to Brutus. Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption,
Bru. He greets me well. - Your master, Pindarus, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
In his own change, or by ill officers,

Cas, Chastisement!
Hath given me some worthy cause to wish

Bru, Remeniber March, the ides of March remember!
Things done, undone: but, if he be at land, Did not great Julius bleed for justice sake?
I shall be satisfied.

What villain touch'd his body, that did stab,
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That struck the foremost man of all this world, Cas. I did not :- he was bat a fool,
But for supporting robbers; shall we now

That brought my answer back. — Brutus hath riy'd
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes?

my heart:
And sell the mighty space of our large honours, A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
For so much trash, as may be grasped thus ? — But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,

Bru. I do not, till you practice them on me.
Than such a Ronian.

Cas. You love me not. Cas. Brutus, bay not me,

Bru. I do not like your faults. I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,

Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults. To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I,

Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear Older in practice, abler than yourself

As huge, as high Olympus. To make conditions.

Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavins, come, Bru. Go to; you're not, Cassius!

Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, Cas. I am.

For Cassius is aweary of the world : Bru. I say, you are not!

Hated by one he loves ; brav'd by his brother; Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself ; Check'd like a bondman ; all his faults observ'd, Have miod upon your health, tempt me no further. Set in a note-book, learn’d and conn'd by rote, Bru. Away, slight man!

To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep Cas. Is't possible?

My spirit from mine eyes!— There is my dagger,
Bru, Hear me, for I will speak!

And here my naked breast; within, a heart
Must I give way and room to your rash choler ? Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold:
Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares ? If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth;
Cas. O ye gods! ye gods! Must I endure all this? I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart :
Bru. All this? ay, more! fret, till your proud Strike, as thon didst at Caesar; for, I know,
heart break;

When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'st him
Go, show your slaves how choleric you are,

better,
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge ? Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius.
Must I observe you ? Must I stand and crouch Bru. Sheath your dagger:
Under your testy humour? By the gods,

Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.
Though it do split you ; for, from this day forth, O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, That carries anger, as the flint bears fire;
When you are waspish.

Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
Cas. Is it come to this?

And straight is cold again. Bru. You say, you are a better soldier:

Cas. Hath Cassius liv'd Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, When grief, and blood ill-temper’d, vexeth him? I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too. Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your Brutus!

Bru. And my heart too. I said, an elder soldier, not a better :

Cas. O Brutus!
Did I

say,
better?

Bru. What's the matter?
Bru. If you did, I care not.

Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, Cas. When Caesar liv'd, he durst not thus have When that rash humour, which my mother gave me,

Makes me forgetful?
Bru. Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempt- Bru. Yes, Cassins; and, henceforth,
ed him.

When you are over-earnest with your Brntus,
Cas. I durst not?

He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
Bru, No.
Cus. What? durst not tempt him?

Poet. [Within.] Let me go in to see the generals;
Bru. For your life you durst not.

There is some grudge between them, 'tis not meet
Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love; They be alone.
I may do that I shall be sorry for.

Luc. [Within.] You shall not come to them.
Brú. You have done that, you should be sorry for.

Poet. [Within.] Nothing but death shall stay me. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats;

Enter Poet.
For I am arm’d so strong in honesty,

Cas. How now? What's the matter?
That they pass by me, as the idle wind,
Which I respect not. I did send to you

Poet. For shame, you generals; what do you mean?
For certain sums of gold, which you deuied me ;- For I have seen more years, I am sure, than yes

Love, and be friends, as two such men shonld be;
For I can raise no money by vile means:

Cas. Ha, ha! how vilely doth this eynic rhyme!
By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring

Bru. Get you henee, sirrah! saucy fellow, hence!

Cas. Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion.
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash Bru. I'll know his humour, when he knows his time
By any indirection. I did send
To you for gold to pay my legions,

What should the wars do with these jigging fools?

Companion, hence!
Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius? Cas. Away, away, be gone!
Should i have answer'd Caius Cassius so?

Enter Lucilius and TITINIUS.
When Marcas Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal counters from his friends,

Bru. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders

Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,
Dash him to pieces!

Cas. And come yourselves and bring Messala with yes,

Immediately to us.
Cas. I denied you not.
Bru. You did.

Bru. Lucius, a bowl of wine.

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moy'd me.

[Noise with it.

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Cas. I did not think, you could have been so angry., So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,
Bru. 0 Cassias, I am sick of many griefs. Doing himself offence : whilst we, lying still,
Cas. Of your philosophy you make no use, Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness.
If you give place to accidental evils.

Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to
Bru. No man bears sorrow better. - Portia is dead. better.
Cas. Ha! Portia?

The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground,
Bru. She is dead.

Do stand but in a forc'd affection ;
Cas. How 'scap'd I killing, when I cross'd you For they have grudg'd us contribution:

| The enemy, marching along by them,
O insupportable and touching loss ! -

By them shall make a fuller number up,
Upon what sickness?

Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encourag'd;
Bru. Impatient of my absence;

From which advantage shall we cut him ofl,
And grief, that young Octavius with Mark Antony If at Philippi we do face him there,
Have made themselves so strong; - for with her These people at our back.
death

Cas. Hear me, good brother!
That tidings came ;

with this she fell distract, Bru. Under your pardon! - You must note beside, And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire.

That we have try'd the utmost of our friends,
Cas. And died so ?

Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe:
Bru. Even so.

The enemy increaseth every day;
Cas. O ye immortal gods!

We, at the height, are ready to decline.
Enter Lucius, with wine and tapers.

There is a tide in the atlairs of men,
Bru: Speak no more of her. - Give me a bowl of which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
wine!

Omitted, all the voyage of their lile
In this I bary all unkindness, Cassius. [Drinks. Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.

Cas. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge:- On such a full sea are we now afloat;
Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup; And we must take the current when it serves,
I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love. [Drinks. Or lose our ventures.
Re-enter TITIUS with MESSALA.

Cas. Then, with your will, go on;
Bru. Come in, Titinius! - Welcome, good Mes-We'll along ourselvos, and meet them at Philippi.
sala!--

Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
Now sit we close about this taper here,

And nature must obey necessity;
And call in question our necessities.

Which we will niggarà with a little rest.
Cas. Portia, art thou gone?

There is no more to say ?
Bru. No more,

I
pray you! -

Cas. No more. Good night!
Messala, I have here received letters,

Early to-morrow will we rise,and hence!
That young Octavius, and Mark Antony,

Brú. Lucius, my gown! (Exit Lucius.] Farewell,
Come down upon us with a mighty power,

good Messala!
Bending their expedition toward Philippi.

Good night, Titinius! - Noble, noble Cassius,
Mes. Myself have letters of the self-same tenour. Good night, and good repose!
Bru. With what addition?

Cas. O my dear brother!
Mes. That by proscription, and bills of outlawry, This was an ill beginning of the night :
Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,

Never come such division 'tween our souls !
Have put to death an hundred senators.

Let it not, Brutus !
Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree; Bru. Every thing is well.
Mine speak of seventy senators, that died

Cas. Good night, my lord!
By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.

Bru. Good night, good brother!
Cas. Cicero one?

Tit. et Mes. Good night, lord Brutus!
Mes. Ay, Cicero is dead,

Bru. Farewell, every one!
And by that order of proscription.

[Exeunt Cas. Tit. and Mes. Had you your letters from your wife, my lord ?

Re-enter Lucius, with the gown.
Bru. No, Messala.

Give me the gown. Where is thy iustrument?
Mes. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her ? Luc. Here in the tent.
Bru. Nothing, Messala.

Bru. What, thou speak'st drowsily?
Mes. That, methinks, is strange.

Poor kouve, I blame thee not; thou art o'erwatch'd.
Bru. Why ask you? Hear you aught of her in Call Claudius, and some other of my men;
yours?

I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
Mes. No, my lord.

Luc. Varro, and Claudius!
Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.

Enter Varro and CLAUDIUS.
Mes. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell: . var. Calls my lord?
For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. Bru. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent, and sleep;
Bru. Why, farewell, Portia! We must die, Mes- It may be, I shall raise you by and by
sala :

On business to my brother Cassius.
With meditating that she must die once,

Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch your
I have the patience to endure it now.

pleasure.
Mes. Even so great men great losses should endure. Bru. I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs !
Cas. I have as much of this in art as you,

It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me.
But yet my nature could not bear it so.

Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so;
Bru. Well, to our work alive. What do you think I put it in the pocket of my gown.
Of marching to Philippi presently?

[ Serv. lie down. Cas. I do not think it good.

Luc. I was sure, your lordship did not give it me. Bru. Your reason?

Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful. Cas. This it is :

Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, "Tis better, that the enemy seek us :

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Wherefore they do it: they conld be content
Bru. It does, my boy!

To visit other places; and come down
I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face,
Luc. It is my duty, sir.

To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage;
Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might; But 'tis not so.
I know, young bloods look for a time of rest,

Enter a Messenger.
Luc. Í have slept, my lord, already,

Mess. Prepare you, generals !
Bru. It is well done; and thou shalt sleep again; The enemy comes on in gallaut show;
I will not hold thee lovg: if I do live,

Their bloody sign of battle is hung ont,
I will be good to thee. [Music, and a song. And something to be done immediately.
This is a sleepy tune. O murd'rous slumber! Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on
Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, Upon the left hand of the even field.

That plays thee music?— Gentle knave, good night! Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thon the left.
I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee, Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent?
If thou dost pod, thou break'st thy instrument; Oct. I do not cross you; but I will do so. (March.
I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night! Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their Army;
Let me see, let m

me see!- Is not the leaf turn'd down, Lucilius, Titinius, Messala, and Others. Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.

Bru. They stand, and would have parley.

[ He sits down. Cas. Stand fast, Titinius! we must out and talk. Enter the Ghost of CAESAR.

Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battic? How ill this taper burns ! -Ha! who comes here? Ant. No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge. I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes,

Make forth, the generals would have some words. That shapes this moustrous apparition.

Oct. Stir not until the signal. It comes upon me. — Art thou any thing?

Bru. Words before blows: is it so, countrymen?
Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do.

That mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to stare? Bru. Good words are better, than bad strokes,
Speak to me, what thou art.

Octavius.
Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus.

Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good Bru. Why com’st thou ?

words: Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Philippi. Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart

, Bru. Well;

Crying, Long live! hail, Caesar!
Then I shall see thee again?

Cas. Antouy,
Ghost. Ay, at Philippi. [Ghost vanishes. The posture of your blows are yet unknown;

Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then. - But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest:

And leave them honeyless.
Il spirit, I would hold more talk with thee. – Ant. Not stingless too.
Boy! Lucius! - Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Bru. O, yes, and soundless too ;
Claudius!

For you have stol’n their buzzing, Antony,
Luc. The strings, my lord, are false.

And, very wisely, threat before you sting. Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instrument. Ant. Villains, did not

vile daggers Lucius, awake!

Hack'd one another in the sides of Caesar: Luc. My lord!

You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucias, that thou so hounds, cry'dst out ?

And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet;
Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind,
Bru. Yes, that thou didst. Didst thou see any Struck Caesar on the neck. O flatterers!
thing?

Cas. Flatterers ! - Now, Brutus, thank yourself:
Luc. Nothing, my lord.

This tongue had not offended so to-day,
Bru. Sleep again, Lucius !-Sirrah, Claudius! If Cassius might have rul’d.
Fellow thou ! awake!

Oct. Come, come, the cause. If arguing make us Var. My lord.

sweat, Clau. My lord.

The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
Bru. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep? Look!
Var. et Clau. Did we, my lord ?

I draw a sword against conspirators ;
Bru. Ay; saw you any thing?

When think you that the sword goes up again?Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing.

Never, till Caesar's three and twenty wounds
Clau. Norl, my lord.

Be well aveng'd; or till another Caesar
Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother Cassius ; Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
Bid him set on his powers betimes before,

Bru. Caesar, thou can’st not die by traitors,
And we will follow.
Var. et Clau. It shall be done, my lord! (Exeunt. Oct. So I hope;

Unless thou bring'st them with thee.

I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
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Bru. O, if thon wert the noblest of thy strain,
SCENE 1. - The Plains of Philippi.

Young man, thou could'st not die more honourable. Enter Octavius, Antony, and their army.

Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour, Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered:

Join'd with a masker and a reveller.
You said, the enemy would not come down, Ant. Old Cassias still !
But keep the hills and upper regions ;
It proves not so: their battles are at hand;

Oct. Come, Antony ; away! -
They mean to warn us at Philippi here,

Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth:

If Answering before we do demand of them.

you

dare fight to-day, come to the field ; Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know

If not, when you have stomachs.

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Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; and Unto the legions on the other side: [Loud alarum.
swim, bark !

Let them set on at once; for I perceive
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.

But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing,
Bru. Ho!

And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
Lucilius; hark, a word with you!

Ride, ride, Messala, let them all come down![Exeunt.
Lus My lord!

[Brutus and Lucilius converse apart. SCENE III. — The same. Another part of the field. Cas. Messala,

Alarum. Enter Cassius and TITINUS.
Mes. What says my general ?

Cas. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
Cas. Messala,

Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy:
This is my birth-day; at this very day

This ensign here of mine was turning back;
Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala ! I slew the coward, and did take it from him.
Be thou my witness, that, against my will,

Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early:
As Pompey was, am I compelld to set

Who, having some advantage on Octavius,
Upon one battle all our liberties.

Took it too eagerly; his soldiers fell to spoil,
You know, that I held Epicurus strong,

Whilst we by Antony are all enclos’d.
And his opinion: now I change my mind,

Enter PINDARUS.
And partly credit things that do presage.

Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off!
Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign

Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord!
Two mighty eagles fell; and there they perch’d, Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off!
Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands; Cas. This hill is far enough. — Look, look, Titinius!
Who to Philippi here consorted us:

Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire ?
This morning are they fled away, and gone ; Tit. They are, my lord.
And in their steads, do ravens, crows, and kites, Cas. Titinius, if thou lov'st me,
Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us, Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him,
As we were sickly prey; their shadows seem Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops,
A canopy most fatal, under which

And here again; that I may rest assur’d,
Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.

Whether yond' troops are friend or enemy.
Mes. Believe not so.

Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. (Exit.
Cus. I but believe it partly ;.

Cas. Co, Pindarus, get higher on that hill;
For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd

My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius,
To meet all perils very constantly.

And tell me what thou not'st about the field.
Bru. Even so, Lucilius.

(Exit Pindarus. Cas. Now, most noble Brutus,

This day I breathed first: time is come round, The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may, And where I did begin, there 5 shall eud; Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!

My life is run his compass.

Sirrah, what news? But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain, Pin. [Above.] 0 my

lord!
Let's reason with the worst that may befall.

Cas. What news?
If we do lose this battle, then is this

Pin. Titinius is
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last time we shall speak together ; Enclosed round about with horsemen, that
What are you then determined to do?

Make to him on the spur; yet he spurs on. Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, Now they are almost on him; now, Titinius! By which I did blame Cato for the death

Now some 'light:-0, he 'lights too :- he's ta'en ; Which he did give himself. - I know not how, and, hark !

[Shout. But I do find it cowardly and vile,

They shout for joy.
For fear of what might fall, so to prevent

Cas. Come down, behold no more. —
The time of life:-arming myself with patience,

o, coward that I am, to live so long,
To stay the providence of some high powers, To see my best friend ta'en before my face!
That govern us below.

Enter PixdARUS.
Cas. Then, if we lose this battle,

Come hither, sirrah!
You are contented to be led in triumph

Iu Parthia did I take thee prisoner;
Thorough the streets of Rome?

And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
Bru. No, Cassius, no : think not, thou noble Roman, That whatsoever I did bid thee do,
That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; Thou should'st attempt it. Come now, keep thine
He bears too great a mind. But this same day

oath!
Mast end that work, the ides of March begun; Now be a freeman ; and, with this good sword,
And whether we shall meet again, I know not. That ran through Caesar's bowels, search this bosom.
Therefore our everlasting farewell take!

Stand not to answer. Here, take thou the hilts;
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!

And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,
If we do meet again, why we shall smile;

Guide thou the sword. - Caesar, thou art reveng'd,
If not, why then this parting was well made. Even with the sword that kill'd thee. (Dies.
Cus. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus! Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been,
If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed ;

Durst I have done my will. O Cassius !
If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made. Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
Bru. Why then, lead on! - 0, that a man might Where never Roman shall take note of him. (Exit.
know

Re-enter TITINIUS, with Messala.
The end of this day's business, ere it come!

Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
But it sufficeth, that the day will end,

Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
And then the end is known. - Come, ho! away! As Cassius' legions are by Antony.

(Exeunt. Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassins.
SCENE II. - The same. The field of battle. Mes. Where did you leave him?
Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MessaLA.

Tit. All disconsolate,
Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills With Piadarus his bondman, on this hill.