And, whether we fhall meet again, I know not.
Therefore our everlafting farewell take:
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Caffius!
If we do meet again, why, we fhall fimile;
If not, why, then this parting was well made.
Caf. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus !
If we do meet again, we'll fmile indeed;

If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made.

Bru. Why then, lead on.-O that a man might know

The end of this day's business, ere it come!
But it fufficeth, that the day will end,

And then the end is known.-Come, ho. Away.

SCENE

II.

Alarm. Enter Brutus and Meffala.

[Exeunt.

Bru. Ride, ride, Meffala, ride, and give these bills Unto the legions, on the other fide:

Let them fet on at once; for I perceive

But cold demeanor in Octavius' wing;

[Loud alarm.

And fudden push gives them the overthrow.
Ride, ride, Meffala: Let them all come down.

SCENE III.

Alarm. Enter Caffius and Titinius.

[Exeunt.

Caf. O look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! Myfelf have to mine own turn'd enemy: This enfign here of mine was turning back; I flew the coward, and did take it from him. Tit. O Caffius, Brutus gave the word too early: Who, having fome advantage on Octavius, Took it too eagerly; his foldiers fell to spoil, Whilft we by Antony are all inclos'd.

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Enter

Enter Pindarus.

Pin. Fly further off, my lord :-fly further off. Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord: Fly therefore, noble Caffius, fly far off.

Caf. This hill is far enough.--Look, look,
Titinius.

Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire?
Tit. They are, my lord.

Caf. Titinius, if thou lov'ft me,

Mount thou my horse, and hide thy fpurs in him,
Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops,
And here again; that I may reft afsur'd,
Whether yon' troops are friend or enemy.
Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought.

[Exit.
3 Caf. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill:
My fight was ever thick:-Regard Titinius,
And tell me what thou not'ft about the field.
-This day I breathed firft: time is come round;
And, where I did begin, there shall I end;
My life is run his compafs.-Sirrah, what news?
Pind. above. Oh, my lord!

Caf. What news?

Pind. Titinius is enclofed round about

With horsemen, that make to him on the fpur;-
Yet he fpurs on. Now they are almoft on him; now,
Titinius! Now fome 'light :-oh, he 'lights too:-
He's ta'en;-and hark, they fhout for joy.

Caf. Come down, behold no more.—
Oh, coward that I am, to live fo long,
To fee my best friend ta'en before my face!

[Shout.

3 This dialogue between Caffius and Pindarus, is beautifully imitated by B. and Fletcher in their Tragedy of Bonduca, A& III. Sc. 5.

STEEVENS.

Re

Re-enter Pindarus.

Come hither, firrah:

In Parthia did I take thee prifoner;
And then I swore thee, faving of thy life,
That whatsoever I did bid thee do,

Thou should'st attempt it. Come, now keep thine oath;

Now be a freeman; and, with this good fword,
That ran through Cæfar's bowels, fearch this bofom.
Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilt;
And when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,
Guide thou the fword.-Cæfar, thou art reveng'd,
Even with the fword that kill'd thee. [Kills himself.
Pind. So I am free; yet would not fo have been,
Durst I have done my will. Oh, Caffius!

Far from this country Pindarus fhall run,

Where never Roman shall take note of him. [Exit. Re-enter Titinius and Messala.

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

As Caffius' legions are by Antony.

Tit. These tidings will well comfort Caffius.
Melf. Where did you leave him?

Tit. All difconfolate,

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 my heart!
Meff. Is not that he?

Tit. No, this was he, Meffala,

But Caffius is no more.

Oh, fetting fun!

As in thy red rays thou doft fink to-night,

So in his red blood Caffius' day is fet;
The fun of Rome is fet! our day is gone;

Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are

done !

Mistrust of my fuccefs hath done this deed.

Mef. Miftruft of good fuccefs hath done this deed. Oh hateful Error, Melancholy's child!

Why doft thou fhew to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? O Error, foon conceiv'd,
Thou never com'ft unto a happy birth,

But kill'ft the mother that engender'd thee.

Tit. What, Pindarus? Where art thou, Pindarus? Me. Seek him, Titinius; whilft I go to meet The noble Brutus, thrufting this report

Into his ears I may fay, thrufting it;
For piercing steel, and darts invenomed,
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,
As tidings of this fight.

Tit. Hie you, Meffala,

And I will feek for Pindarus the while. [Exit Mef.
Why didst thou send me forth, brave Caffius?

Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they
Put on my brows this wreath of victory,

And bid me give it thee? Didft thou not hear their fhouts?

Alas, thou haft 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 bimfelf.
Come, Caffius' fword, and find Titinius' heart. [Dies.
Alarm. Enter Brutus, Meffala, young Cato, Strato,
Volumnius, and Lucilius.

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

Cato. He is flain.

Bru. Oh Julius Cæfar, thou art mighty yet!

Thy

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

Cato. Brave Titinius!

[Low alarms.

Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Caffius !

Bru. Are yet two Romans living, fuch as these?
Thou laft of all the Romans! fare thee well!
It is impoffible, that ever Rome

Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more tears
To this dead man, than you fhall fee me pay.-
I shall find time, Caffius, I fhall find time.-
Come, therefore, and to Thaffos fend his body:
His funeral fhall not be in our camp,

Left it discomfort us.-Lucilius, come;—
And come, young Cato; let us to the field,-
Labeo and Flavius, fet our battles on:-
'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night
We shall try fortune in a fecond fight.

SCENE IV.

[Exeunt.

Alarm. Enter Brutus, Cato, Lucilius, and others. Bru. Yet, countrymen, oh yet, hold up your

heads!

go

Cato. What baftard doth not? Who will with me? I will proclaim my name about the field :

I am the fon of Marcus Cato,-ho!
A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend :
I am the fon 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 Tharfus fend bis body:] Thus all the editions hitherto very ignorantly. But the whole tenor of hiftory warrants us to write, as I have restored the text, Thesses.

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