Pin. [Above] O my lord!

Cas. What news?

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Pin. [Above] 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. [Shout.] And, hark! they shout for joy. Cas. 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 descends

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,

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That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this bosom.
Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilts;
And when my face is covered, as 'tis now,

Guide thou the sword. [PINDARUS stabs him.] Cæsar,

thou art revenged,

Even with the sword that killed thee.

[Dies.

Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been, Durst I have done my will. O Cassius,

Far from this country Pindarus shall run,

Where never Roman shall take note of him. [Exit. 50

Re-enter TITINIUS with MESSALA

Mes. It is but change,° Titinius; for Octavius Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,

As Cassius' legions are by Antony.

Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
Mes. Where did you leave him?

Tit.

All disconsolate,

With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.
Mes. Is not that he that lies upon the ground?
Tit. He lies not like the living.

Mes. Is not that he?

Tit.

But Cassius is no more.

O my heart!

No, this was he, Messala,

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;

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Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done! Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.

Mes. 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 conceived,
Thou never comest unto a happy birth,
But kill'st the mother that engendered thee!

Tit. What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus? Mes. 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.

Tit.

Hie you, Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus the while.

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[Exit MESSALA.

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Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they
Put on my brows this wreath of victory,

And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their

shouts?

Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing!

But, hold thee, take this garland on thy brow;

Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I

Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace, 'And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.

By your leave, gods: - this is a Roman's part:

Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.

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Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young CATO,
STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS

Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?
Mes. Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.
Bru. Titinius' face is upward.

Cato.

He is slain.

Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails.

Cato.

[Low alarums.

Brave Titinius!

Look, whether he have not crowned dead Cassius!

Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these? The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!

It is impossible that ever Rome

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Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears
To this dead man than you shall see me pay.
I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.
Come, therefore, and to Thasos 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.

'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night We shall try fortune in a second fight.

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SCENE IV. Another part of the field

Alarum. Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both armies; then BRUTUS, young CATO, LUCILIUS, and others

Bru. 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.

I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!

A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!

Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus!

[Exit.

Lucil. O young and noble Cato, art thou down°? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius, And mayst be honored, being Cato's son. First Sold. Yield, or thou diest.

Lucil.

IO

Only I yield to die:

[Offering money] There is so much that thou wilt kill

me straight;