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Now be a freeman; and, with this good sword,
Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been,
Re-enter Titinius, with MESSALA.
Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
All disconsolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.
Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground?
No, this was he, Messala,
Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. O hateful error, melancholy's child! Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not? O error, soon conceiv'd, Thou never com'st unto a happy birth, But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee.
Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus?
Mes. 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 envenomed, Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus, As tidings of this sight. Tit.
Hie you, Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
Alarum. Re-enter Messala, with Brutus, young
Cato, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and Lucilius. Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? Mes. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it. Bru. Titinius' face is upward. Cato.
He is slain. Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails.
[Low Alarums. Cato.
Brave Titinius! Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius!
Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these?
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well !
Ibis funerals shoes and to Th shall find tie pay. —
Another Part of the Field. Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both Armies ;
then BRUTUS, ČATO, Lucilius, and Others.
[Charges the Enemy. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus.
[Exit, charging the Enemy. Caro is over
powered, and falls. Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; And may'st be honour'd being Cato's son.3
i Sold. Yield, 'or thou diest.
Only I yield to die: There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight;
Offering Money. Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.
I Sold. We must not.-A noble prisoner!
Ant. Where is he?
Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough:
Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,
And see whe'r Rechas, than enemier have
Enter Brutus, DARDANIUS, Clitus, STRATO, and
VOLUMNIUS. Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this
Cli. Statilius show'd the torch-light; but, my lord, He came not back; he is or ta'en, or slain.
Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: Slaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
I'll rather kill myself.
I do such a deed?
Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius: list a word.
Why, this, Volumnius:
Not so, my lord. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Our enemies have beat us to the pit: It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, Thou know'st, that we two went to school together; Even for that our love of old, I pray thee, Hold thou my sword hilts, whilst I run on it. Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord.
[Alarum still. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. Bru. Farewell to you;—and you;—and you, Vo
night come. Not solumni