Gorging and feeding from our foldiers' hands;
Who to Philippi here conforted us :

This morning are they fled away, and gone;
And, in their fteads, do ravens, crows, and kites,
Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us,
As we were fickly prey; their fhadows feem

A

canopy moft fatal, under which

Our army lies, ready to give up the ghoft.
MES. Believe not fo.

CAS. I but believe it partly;

For I am fresh of spirit, and refolv'd

To meet all perils very constantly.
BRU. Even fo, Lucilius.

CAS. Now, moft noble Brutus,

The gods to-day ftand friendly; that we may,
Lovers, in
peace, lead on our days to age!
But, fince the affairs of men reft ftill uncertain,
Let's reafon with the worst that may befall.

If

we do lose this battle, then is this

The very laft time we shall speak together:
What are you then determined to do?

BRU. Even by the rule of that philofophy,
By which I did blame Cato for the death
Which he did give himself;-I know not how,
But I do find it cowardly and vile,

For fear of what might fall, fo to prevent
The time of life :-arming myfelf with patience,
To stay the providence of fome high powers,
That govern us below.

CAS. Then, if we lose this battle,

You are contented to be led in triumph

Thorough the streets of Rome?

BRU. No, Caffius, no: think not, thou noble Roman,

That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;
He bears too great a mind. But this fame day
Muft end that work, the ides of March begun ;
And whether we shall 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 smile;
If not, why then this parting was well made.
CAS. 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! [Exeunt.

SCENE II. The fame. The field of battle.

Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA.

BRʊ. 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 demeanour in Octavius' wing,

[Loud alarum.

And fudden pufh gives them the overthrow.

Ride, ride, Meffala; let them all come down. [Exeunt.

SCENE III. The fame. Another part of the field.

Alarum. Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS.

CAS. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
Myself 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 enclos'd.

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.

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 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 affur'd,
Whether yond' troops are friend or enemy.

TIT. I will be here again, even with a thought. [Exit.
CAS. GO, Pindarus, get higher on that hill;
My fight was ever thick; regard Titinius,
And tell me what thou not'ft about the field.

[Exit PINDARUs.

This day I breathed firft: time is come round,
And, where I did begin, there fhall I end;
My life is run his compass.-Sirrah, what news?
PIN. [above.] O my lord!

CAS. What news?

PIN. Titinius is.

Enclofed round about with horsemen, that
Make to him on the spur ;-yet he spurs on.-
Now they are almoft on him; now, Titinius!-

Now fome 'light: -O, he 'lights too :-he's ta'en ;—and,

hark!

They fhout for joy.

CAS. Come down, behold no more.

O, coward that I am, to live fo long,

[Shout.

To see my best friend ta'en before my face!

Enter PINDARUS.

Come hither, firrah :

In Parthia did I take thee prisoner;

And then I fwore thee, faving 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 fword,
That ran through Cæfar's bowels, search this bofom.
Stand not to answer: Here, take thou the hilts ;
And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,
Guide thou the fword.-Cæfar, thou art reveng'd,
Even with the sword that kill'd thee.

[Dies.

PIN. So, I am free; yet would not fo have been,
Durft I have done my will. O Caffius!
Far from this country Pindarus fhall run,

Where never Roman fhall take note of him.
Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA.

[Exit.

MES. 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.
MES. Where did you leave him?

TIT. All difconfolate,

With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

MES. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground?

O my heart!

TIT. He lies not like the living. O

MES. Is not that he?

TIT. No, this was he, Meffala,

But Caffius is no more.-O 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! Miftruft of my fuccefs hath done this deed.

MES. Miftruft of good fuccefs hath done this deed.

O hateful error, melancholy's child!

Why doft thou fhow 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?
MES. Seek him, Titinius; whilft I go to meet
The noble Brutus, thrufting 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 fight.

TIT. Hie you, Meffala,

And I will feek for Pindarus the while.

[Exit MESSALA.

Why didft thou fend 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 't thee? Didft thou not hear their shouts?

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.

[dies

By your leave, gods :-This is a Roman's part :
Come, Caffius' fword, and find Titinius' heart.
Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, 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.

VOL. V.

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