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ACT V. SCENE I.
The Plains of Philippi.
Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army. Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered: You said, the enemy would not come down, But keep the hills and upper regions; It proves not so: their battles are at hand; They mean to warn us at Philippi here, Answering before we do demand of them.
Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know Wherefore they do it: they could be content To visit other places; and come down With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face, To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage; But 'tis not so.
Enter a Messenger.
Prepare you, generals:
The enemy comes on in gallant show;
Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
Upon the left hand of the even field.
Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left.
Oct. I do not cross you; but I will do so. [March.
Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army;
Bru. Words before blows: Is it so, countrymen ?
Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good
Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart,
Crying, Long live! hail, Cæsar!
The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
Not stingless too.
Bru. O, yes, and soundless too;
For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
And, very wisely, threat before you sting.
Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers
Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar :
You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like
And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet;
Struck Cæsar on the neck 34. O flatterers !
Cas. Flatterers!-Now, Brutus, thank yourself;
This tongue had not offended so to-day,
If Cassius might have rul'd.
Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing make us sweat,
The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
I draw a sword against conspirators;
When think you that the sword goes up again?-
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
Bru. Cæsar, thou can'st not die by traitors' hands, Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
So I hope;
Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Young man, thou could'st not die more honourable. Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such
Join'd with a masker and a reveller.
Ant. Old Cassius still!
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.
Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; and
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
This is my birth-day; 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
You know, that I held Epicurus strong,
This morning are they fled away, and gone;
Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.
I but believe it partly;
For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd
Bru. Even so, Lucilius.
Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy,
For fear of what might fall, so to prevent
Then, if we lose this battle,
. You are contented to be led in triumph
Thorough the streets of Rome?
Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble
That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;