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Cassius. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill; My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius, And tell me what thou not'st about the field.— (Pindarus goes up. This day I breathed first: time is come round, And where I did begin, there shall I end; My life is run his compass.-Sirrah, what news? Pindarus. (Above) O my lord!
Cassius. What news?
Pindarus. Titinius is enclosed round about With horsemen that make to him on the spur;Yet he spurs on.-Now they are almost on him. Now, Titinius!
Now some light.-O, he lights too. He 's ta'en;and, hark!
They shout for joy.
(Shout. Come down, behold no more.— O, coward that I am to live so long,
To see my best friend ta'en before my face!-
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
Now be a freeman; and with this good sword'
Pindarus. So, I am free; yet would not so have been,
Durst I have done my will.-O Cassius!
Messala. 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.
Messala. Is not that he?
No, this was he, Messala, But Cassius is no more.-O setting sun! As in thy red rays thou dost sink to night, So in his red blood Cassius' day is set;* The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone; Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are
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!
Titinius. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pin
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.
Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their
Alas! thou hast misconstrued every thing.
(Dies. Alarum. Enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and
Brutus. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? Messala. Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it. Brutus. Titinius' face is upward.
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. Brave Titinius!
Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius! Brutus. Are yet two Romans living such
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
It is impossible that ever Rome
Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe moe tears
Another Part of the Field.
Alarum. Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both Armies; then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and others.
Brutus. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!
Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me?
I will proclaim my name about the field.—
A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;
(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 overpowered, 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.
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!
A prize no less in worth. Keep this man safe,
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
He came not back; he is or ta'en or slain.
Slaying is the
It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
Clitus. What! I, my lord? No, not for all the world.
Brutus. Peace then! no words.
Brutus. Hark thee, Dardanius!
Clitus. O Dardanius!
Dardanius. O Clitus!
Clitus. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? Dardanius. To kill him, Clitus. Look, he medi
I'll rather kill myself. (Whispers him.
Shall I do such a deed?