Cas. I but believe it partly; For I am fresh of spirit and resolved Bru. Even so, Lucilius. Cas. Now, most noble Brutus, The gods to-day stand friendly, that we may, Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy For fear of what might fall, so to prevent Cas. Then, if we lose this battle, You are contented to be led in triumph Thorough the streets of Rome? 90 100 Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman, 110 That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; He bears too great a mind. But this same day Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus! If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed; 120 Bru. Why, then, lead on. O, that a man might know The end of this day's business ere it come! And then the end is known. Come, ho! away! [Exeunt. Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA. Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills Unto the legions on the other side. Let them set on at once; for I perceive [Loud alarum. SCENE III. Another part of the field. Alarums. Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS. Cas. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early; Enter PINDArus. Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord: Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off. [Exeunt. Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius; Are those my tents where I perceive the fire? Tit. They are, my lord. Cas. Titinius, if thou lovest me, Mount thou my horse and hide thy spurs in him, Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill; My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius, And tell me what thou notest about the field. [Exit. 20 [Pindarus ascends the bill. This day I breathed first time is come round, Cas. What news? 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! 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, 30 [Pindarus descends. Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath; Now be a freeman: and with this good sword, 41 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 'tis now, Guide thou the sword. [Pindarus stabs him.] Cæsar, thou art revenged, Even with the sword that kill'd thee. Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been, Durst I have done my will. O Cassius! [Dies. Far from this country Pindarus shall run, Re-enter TITINIUS with MESSALA. Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. Tit. All disconsolate, Mes. Is not that he that lies upon the ground? Tit. 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 done! Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men Tit. What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus? The noble Brutus, thrusting this report Into his ears I may say, thrusting it; For piercing steel and darts envenomed Tit. [Exit. 51 60 70 [Exit Messala. Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius ? 80 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, By your leave, gods: this is a Roman's part: Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. [Kills himself. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young Cato, Alarum. Mes. Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? 91 He is slain. Cato. Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails. [Low alarums. Brave Titinius! Cato. Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these? Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe moe tears I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time. 100 [Exeunt. |