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And, whether we spall meet again, I know not.
Therefore our everlasting farewell take:
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Caffius!
If we do meet again, why, we shall sinile ;
If not, why, then this parting was well made.

Caf. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus !
If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made.
Bru. Why then, lead on.-0 that a man might

The end of this day's business, ere it come!
But it sufficeth, that the day will end,
And then the end is known.—Come, ho. Away.

Alarm. Enter Brutus and Misala.
Bru. Ride, ride, Meffala, ride, and give these bills
Unto the legions, on the other side: [Loud alarm.
Let them set on at once ; for I perceive
But cold demeanor in Octavius' wing;
And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
Ride, ride, Meffala : Let them all come down.

Alarm. Enter Casius and Titinius.
Cas. O look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy :
This ensign here of mine was turning back;
I new the coward, and did take it from him.

Tit. O Caflius, Brutus gave the word too early :
Who, having some advantage on Octavius,
Took it too eagerly; bis soldiers fell to spoil,
Whilst we by Antony are all inclos'd.
Vol. VIII,



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Enter Pindarus.
Pin. Fly further off, my lord :-Ay further off.
Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord :
Fly therefore, noble Cassius, Ay far off.
Caf. This hill is far enough.Look, look,

Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire ?

Tit. They are, my lord.

Caf. Titinius, if thou lov'st me,
Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him,
Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops,
And here again ; that I may rest assur’d,
Whether yon' troops are friend or enemy.
Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought.

Caf. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill:
My sight was ever thick:-Regard Titinius,
And tell me what thou not'st about the field.
-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 ?
Pind. above. Oh, my lord !
Caf. What news ?

Pind. 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 :-oh, he 'lights too :He's ta’en ;-and hark, they shout for joy. [

[Shout. Caf. Come down, behold no more.Oh, coward that I am, to live so long, To see my best friend ta’en before my face !

3 This dialogue between Çaflius and Pindarus, is beautifully imitated by B. and Fletcher in their Tragedy of Bonduca, Act


III. Sc. 5.


Re-enter Pindarus. Come hither, firrah: In Parthia did I take thee prisoner ; And then I swore thee, saving of thy life, That whatsoever I did bid thee do, Thou should'st attempt it. Come, now keep thine

path; Now be a freeman ; and, with this good sword, That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this boson. Stand not to answer : here, take thou the hilt ; And when my face is cover'd, as ’tis now, Guide thou the sword.-Cæsar, thou art reveng'd, Even with the sword that kill'd thee. [Kills himself.

Pind. So I am free; yet would not so have been,
Durst I have done my will. Oh, Cassius !
Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
Where never Roman shall take note of him. [Exit.

Re-enter Titinius and Messala.
Mel. 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.
Mej. Where did you leave him?

Tit. All disconfolate,
With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

Mell. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground?
Tit. He lies not like the living. Oh

Oh my heart !
Mel. Is not that he ?

Tit. No, this was he, Meffala, But Caffius is no more.

Oh, setting fun! As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night, So in his red blood Caffius' day is set; The fun of Rome is set ! our day is gone; Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done ! H2


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Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.

Mes. Miftruft of good success hath done this deed. Oh hateful Error, Melancholy's child ! Why dost thou shew to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not ? O Error, soon conceiv'd, Thou never com'st unto a happy birth, Bur kill'it the mother that engender'd thee.

Tit. What, Pindarus ? Where are thou, Pindarus ?

Mel. 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 invenomed, Shall be as welcoine to the ears of Brutus, As tidings of this fight.

Tit. Hie you, Meffala,
And I will seek for Pindarus the while. (Exit Mes.
Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cafius ?
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 Caffius. -
By your leave, Gods.—This is a Roman's part.

[Stabs bimself. Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. [Dies. Alarm. Enter Brutus, Mesjala, young Cato, Strato,

Volumnius, and Lucilius. Bru. Where, where, Meffala, doth his body lie? Mes. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it. Bru. Titinius' face is upward. Cato. He is Nain. Bru. Oh Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet!


Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords
In our own proper entrails.

[Low alarms. Cato. Brave Titinius ! Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius !

Bru. Are yet two Romans living, such as these ? Thou last of all the Romans! fare thee well! It is impossible, that ever Rome Should breed chy 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, 4 and to Thassos send his body: His funeral shall not be in our camp, Left 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.


SC EN E IV. Alarm. Enter Brutus, Cato, Lucilius, and others. Bru. Yet, countrymen, oh 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!

Enter Soldiers, and fight. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend :-Know me for Brutus.

[Exit. + and to Tharsus send his body:) Thus all the editions hitherto very ignorantly. But the whole tenor of history warrants us to write, as I have restored the text, Thollos.



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