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Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, O insupportable and touching loss !
And straight is cold again.

Upon what sickness ?
Cas. Hath Cassius liv'd

Bru. Impatient of my absence; To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, And grief, that young Octavius with Mark AnWhen grief, and blood ill-temper’d, vexeth him? tony

Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too. Have made themselves so strong ;--for with her Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your death hand.

That tidings came;— With this she fell distract, Bru. And my heart too.

And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire. Cas. O Brutus !

Cas. And died so ?
Bru. What's the matter?

Bru. Even so.
Cas. Have you not loveenough to bear with me, Cas. O ye immortal gods !
When that 'rash humour, which my mother

Enter Lucius, with wine and tapers.
gave me,
Makes me forgetful ?

Bru. Speak no more of her.-Give me a Bru. Yes, Cassius ; and, henceforth,

bowl of wine :When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius. He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.

[Drinks. [Noise within. Cas. My heart is thirsty for that noble Poet. [Within.] Let me go in to see the ge

pledge : nerals ;

Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup; There is some grudge between them, 'tis not meet I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love. They be alone.

[Drinks. Luc. [Within.] You shall not come to them. Poet. ÎWithin.] Nothing but death shall stay

Re-enter TITINIUS with MESSALA.
Bru. Come in, Titinius :-Welcome, good

Messala.
Enter Poet.

Now sit we close about this taper here,
Cas. How now? What's the matter? And call in question our necessities.
Poet. For shame, you generals; what do you Cas. Portia, art thou gone ?
mean?

Bru. No more, I pray you.
Love, and be friends, as two such men should be ; Messala, I have here received letters,
For I have seen more years, I am sure, than ye. That young Octavius, and Mark Antony,
Cas. Ha, ha; how vilely doth thiscynicrhyme ! Come down upon us with a mighty power,
Bru. Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, Bending their expedition toward Philippi.
hence.

Mes. Myself have letters of the self-same Cas. Bear with him, Brutus ; 'tis his fashion.

tenour. Bru. I'll know his humour, when he knows Bru. With what addition ? his time :

Mes. That by proscription, and bills of oụt-
What should the wars do with these jigging fools ? lawry,
Companion, hence.

Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,
Cas. Away, away, be gone. [Exit Poet. Have put to death an hundred senators.

Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree;
Enter Lucilius and TITINIUS.

Mine speak of seventy senators, that died Bru. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the com- By their proscriptions, Cicero being one. manders

Cas. Cicero one ?
Prepare to lodge their companies to-night. Mes. Ay, Cicero is dead,
Cas. And come yourselves, and bring Messala And by that order of proscription.-

Had you your letters from your wife, my lord ? Immediately to us.

Bru. No, Messala. [Exeunt Lucilius and Titinius. Mes. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her ? Bru. Lucius, a bowl of wine.

Bru. Nothing, Messala. Cas. I did not think, you could have been so Mes. That, methinks, is strange. angry.

Bru. Why ask you ? Hear you aught of her Bru. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.

in yours? Cas. Of your philosophy you make no use, Mes. No, my lord. If you give place to accidental evils.

Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. Bru. No man bears sorrow better :-Portia Mes. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell : is dead.

For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. Cas. Ha! Portia ?

Bru. Why, farewell, Portia.-We must die, Bru. She is dead.

Messala : Cas. How 'scap'd I killing, when I cross'd With meditating that she must die once, you so?

I have the patience to endure it now.

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Mes. Even so great men great losses should

Re-enter LUCIUS, with the gown. endure. Cas. I have as much of this in art as you, Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument? But yet my nature could not bear it so.

Luc. Here in the tent. Bru. Well, to our work alive. What do you Bru. What, thou speak’st drowsily? think

Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'erOf marching to Philippi presently?

watch’d. Cas. I do not think it good.

Call Claudius, and some other of my men; Bru. Your reason ?

I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent. Cas. This it is:

Luc. Varro, and Claudius !
'Tis better, that the enemy seek us :
So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,

Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS.
Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still, Var. Calls my lord ?
Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness.

Bru. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent, and sleep; Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place It may be, I shall raise you by and by to better.

On business to my brother Cassius. The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground, Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch Do stand but in a forc'd affection;

your pleasure. For they have grudg’d us contribution:

Bru. I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs; The enemy, marching along by them,

It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me. By them shall make a fuller number up, Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so; Come on refresh’d, new-added, and encourag'd; I put it in the pocket of my gown. From which advantage shall we cut him off,

[Serv, lie down. If at Philippi we do face him there,

Luc. I was sure, your lordship did not give These people at our back.

it me. Cas. Hear me, good brother.

Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much Bru. Under your pardon.--You must note forgetful. beside,

Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, That we have try'd the utmost of our friends, And touch thy iustrument a strain or two? Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe: Luc. Ay, my lord, an it please you. The enemy increaseth every day;

Bru. It does, my boy: We, at the height, are ready to decline. I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. There is a tide in the affairs of men,

Luc. It is my duty, sir. Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy Omitted, all the voyage of their life

might; Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.

I know, young bloods look for a time of rest. On such a full sea are we now afloat;

Luc. I have slept, my lord, already. And we must take the current when it serves, Bru. It is well done; and thou shaltsleep again; Or lose our ventures.

I will not hold thee long: if I do live, Cas. Then, with your will, go on ;

I will be good to thee. [Music, and a song; We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Phi- This is a sleepy tune :-0 murd’rous slumber! lippi.

Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk, That plays thee music?—Gentle knave, good And nature must obey necessity;

night; Which we will niggard with a little rest. I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee. There is no more to say ?

If thou dost nod, thou break’st thy instrument; Cus. No more. Good night;

I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night. Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. Let me see, let me see ;-Is not the leaf turn'd Bru. Lucius, my gown. [Exit Lucius.] Fare- down, well, good Messala;

Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. Good night, Titinius :-Noble, noble Cassius,

[ He sits down. Good night, and good repose. Cas. O my dear brother !

Enter the Ghost of CÆSAR. This was an ill beginning of the night: How ill this taper burns !-Ha! who comes bere? Never come such division 'tween our souls ! I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes, Let it not, Brutus.

That shapes this monstrous apparition. Bru. Every thing is well.

It comes upon me:-Art thou any thing? Cas. Good night, my lord.

Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, Bru. Good night, good brother.

That mak’st my blood cold, and my hair to stare! Tit. & Mes. Good night, lord Brutus. Speak to me, what thou art. Bru. Farewell, every one.

Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus, [Exeunt Cas. Tit. and Mes. Bru. Why com’st thou ?

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Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Phi. Bru. Yes, that thou didst : Didst thou see lippi.

any thing? Bru. Well;

Luc. Nothing, my lord. Then I shall see thee again?

Bru. Sleep again, Lucius.-Sirrah, Claudius! Ghost. Ay, at Philippi. [Ghost vanishes. Fellow thou! awake.

Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then.- Var. My lord. Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest :

Clau. My lord. ml spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.- Bru. Why did you so cryout, sirs, in your sleep? Boy! Lucius !—Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Var. & Clau. Did we, my lord ? Claudius !

Bru. Ay; saw you any thing?
Luc. The strings, my lord, are false.

Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing.
Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instrument.- Clau. Nor I, my lord.
Lucius, awake.

Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother Luc. My lord !

Cassius; Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so Bid him set on his powers betimes before, cry'dst out?

And we will follow. Luc. Míy lord, I do not know that I did cry. Var. Clau. It shall be done, my lord. [Ereunt.

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ACT V.

Bru. Words before blows: Isitso, countrymen? SCENE I.-The Plains of Phi ippi. Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do.

Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes, Enter Octavius, Antony, and their army.

Octavius. Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered: Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give You said, the enemy would not come down,

good words: But keep the hills and upper regions ;

Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart, It proves not so: their battles are at hand; Crying, Long live! hail, Cæsar! They mean to warn us at Philippi here,

Cas. Antony,
Answering before we do demand of them. The posture of your blows are yet unknown ;

Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
Wherefore they do it: they could be content And leave them honeyless.
To visit other places; and come down

Ant. Not stingless too.
With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face, Bru. O, yes, and soundless too;
Tofasten in our thoughts that they have courage; For you have stoln their buzzing, Antony,
But 'tis not so.

And, very wisely, threat before you sting.
Enter a Messenger.

Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile

daggers Mess. Prepare you, generals :

Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar : The enemy comes on in gallant show;

You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,

like hounds, And something to be done immediately. And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet;

Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind, Upon the left hand of the even field.

Struck Crsar on the neck. O flatterers ! Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left. Cas. Flatterers !--Now, Brutus, thank yourAnt. Why do you cross me in this exigent ?

self: Oct. I do not cross you ; but I will do so. This tongue had not offended so to-day,

[March. If Cassius might have ruld.

Oct. Come, come, the cause : If arguing make Drum. Enter BRUTUS, Cassius, and their

us sweat, Army; Lucilius, Titinius, MESSala, and The proof of it will turn to redder drops. Others.

Look ; Bru. They stand, and would have parley. I draw a sword against conspirators; Cas. Stand fast, Titinius: We must out and when think you that the sword goes up again?-talk.

Never, till Cæsar's three and twenty wounds Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle? Be well aveng’d; or till another Cæsar

Ant. No, Cæsar, we will answer on their charge. Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors. Make forth, the generals would have some words. Bru. Cæsar, thou can'st not die by traitors, Oct. Stir not until the signal.

Unless thou bring'st them with thee.

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(Exeunt.

Oct. So I hope ;

Cas. Then, if we lose this battle,
I was not born to die on Brutus' sword. You are contented to be led in triumph

Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Thorough the streets of Rome? Young man, thou could'st not die more honour- Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble able.

Roman, Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome ; honour,

He bears too great a mind. But this same day Join'd with a masker and a reveller.

Must end that work, the ides of March begun; Ant. Old Cassius still !

And whether we shall meet again, I know not. Oct. Come, Antony; away.

Therefore our everlasting farewell take: Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth : For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius ! If you dare fight to-day, come to the field ; If we do meet again, why we shall smile ; If not, when you have stomachs.

If not, why then this parting was well made. [Exeunt Octavius, Antony, and their Army. Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus ! Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed ; and swim, bark !

If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made. The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. Bru. Why then, lead on.-0, that a man Bru. Ho!

might know Lucilius; hark, a word with you.

The end of this day's business, ere it come! Luc. My loru.

But it sufficeth, that the day will end, [Brutus and Lucilius converse apart. And then the end is known.—Come, ho! away! Cas. Messala, Mes. What says my general ? Cas. Messala,

SCENE II.-The same. The field of battle. This is my birth-day; as this very day Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala :

Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA. Be thou my witness, that, against my will, Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these As Pompey was, am I compell’d to set

bills Upon one battle all our liberties.

Unto the legions on the other side : You know, that I held Epicurus strong,

[Loud alarum. And his opinion : now I change my mind, Let them set on at once ; for I perceive And partly credit things that do presage. But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing, Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign And sudden push gives them the overthrow. Two mighty eagles fell; and there they perch’d, Ride, ride, Messala ; let them all come down. Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands;

[Exeunt. Who to Philippi here consorted us : This morning are they fled away,

and

gone; SCENE III.-- The same. Another partof the field. And in their steads, do ravens, crows, and kites, Fly o’er our heads, and downward look on us,

Alarum. Enter Cassirs and TITINIUS. As we were sickly prey ; their shadows seem Cas. 0, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! A canopy most fåtal, under which

Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy: Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost. This ensign here of mine was turning back; Mes. Believe not so.

I slew the coward, and did take it from him. Cas. I but believe it partly ;

Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early: For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd

Who, having some advantage on Octavius, To meet all perils very constantly.

Took it too eagerly; his soldiers fell to spoil, Bru. Even so, Lucilius.

Whilst we by Antony are all enclos'd.
Cas. Now, most noble Brutus,
The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may,

Enter Pindarus.
Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age ! Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off";
But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain, Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord!.
Let's reason with the worst that may befall. Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.
If we do lose this battle, then is this

"Cas. This hill is far enough.—Look, look, The very last time we shall speak together :

Titinius; What are you then determined tu do?

Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire? Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, Tit. They are, my lord. By which I did blame Cato for the death

Cas. Titinius, if thou lov'st me, Which he did give himself:-I know not how, Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him, But I do find it cowarıily and vile,

Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent And here again ; that I may rest assurd, The time of life :-arming myself with patience, Whether yond' troops are friend or enemy. To stay the providence of some high powers, T'it. I will be here again, even with a thought. That govern us below.

[Erit.

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CILIUS.

Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill ; The things that are not? O error, soon conceiv'd, My sight was ever thick ; regard Titinius, Thou never com’st unto a happy birth, And tell me what thou not’st about the field. But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee.

[Exit Pindarus. Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, PinThis day I breathed first : time is come round, darus ? And where I did begin, there I shall end; Mes. Seek him, Titinius: whilst I go to meet My life is run his compass.-Sirrah, what news! The noble Brutus, thrusting this report Pin. [Above.] O my lord !

Into his ears : I may say, thrusting it; Cas. What news?

For piercing steel, and darts envenomed,
Pin. Titinius is

Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,
Enclosed round about with horsemen, that As tidings of this sight.
Make to him on the spur ;-Yet he spurs on.- Tit. Hie you, Messala,
Now they are almost on him; now, Titinius ! And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
Now some 'light:-0, he 'lights too :-he's

[Erit Messala. ta'en ;-and, hark !

[Shout. Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? They shout for joy.

Did I not meet thy friends ? and did not they Cas. Come down, behold no more.- Put on my brow's this wreath of victory, 0, coward that I am, to live so long,

And bid me give't thee? Didst thou not bear To see my best friend ta’en before my face !

their shouts ?

Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing.
Enter PINDARUS.

But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow; Come hither, sirrah :

Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I In Parthia did I take thee prisoner ;

Will do his bidding.–Brutus, come apace, And then I swore thee, saving of thy life, And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.-That whatsoever I did bid thee do,

By your leave, gods :- This is a Roman's part: Thou should'st attempt it. Come now, keep Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. thine oath!

[Dies. Now be a freeman ; and, with this good sword, That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this Alarum. Re-enter Messala, with BRUTUS, bosom.

young Cato, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LuStand not to answer : Here, take thou the hilts; And, when my face is cover’d, as ’tis now, Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body Guide thou the sword.—-Cæsar, thou art reveng'd, lie? Even with the sword that kill'd thee. [Dies. Mes. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it.

Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been, Bru. Titinius' face is upward. Durst I have done my will. O Cassius !

Cato. He is slain. Far from this country Pindarus shall run, Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! Where never Roman shall take note of him. Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords

[Exit. In our own proper entrails. [Low alarums.

Cato. Brave Titinius!
Re-enter TITINIUS, with Messala.

Look whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius Mes. It is but change, Titinius ; for Octavius Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,

these? As Cassius' legions are by Antony.

The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. It is impossible, that ever Rome Mes. Where did you leave him?

Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more Tit. All disconsolate,

tears With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. To this dead man, than you shall see me pay

Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground? I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time. Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart! Come, therefore, and to Thassos send his body; Mes. Is not that he ?

His funeral shall not be in our camp, Tit. No, this was he, Messala,

Lest it discomfort us.-Lucilius, come;But Cassius is no more.-0 setting sun ! And come, young Cato ; let us to the field. As in thy red rays thou dost sink to night, Labeo, and Flavius, set our battles on :So in his red blood Cassius' day is set ;

'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone; We shall try fortune in a second fight. [Exeunt. Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done!

SCENE IV.-Another part of the field. Bistrust of my success hath done this deed. Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both armies ; deed.

then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and Others. O hateful error, melancholy's child !

Bru. Yet, countrymen, 0, yet hold up your Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men heads !

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