Upon one battle all our liberties. This morning are they fled away and gone, Our army lies ready to give the ghost. Caf. I but believe it partly; For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd Caf. Now, Moft Noble Brutus, The gods to-day ftand friendly, that we may, Bru. Ev'n by the rule of that philosophy, For fear of what might fall, fo to prevent The time of life; ***t arming myself with patience, To tay the providence of fome high powers, That govern us below. Caf. Then, if we lose this battle, You are contented to be led in triumph 6 Bru, No, Caffius, no; think not, thou Noble Ro"That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; [man, + It is evident, that, between thefe words and the foregoing, a fentence is dropped out to this effect, On the contrary, true courage is feen in the arming myself with patience, &c. '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 farewel take; 'For ever, and for ever, farewel, Caffius ! 'If we do meet again, why, we fhall fmile; If not, why, then this parting was well made. Caf. For ever, and for ever, farewel, 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. [Exe. SCENE IV, Alarum. Enter Brutus and Meffala. Bru. Ride, ride, Meffala; ride, and give thefe bills Unto the legions on the other fide. [Loud alarum. Let them fet on at once; for I perceive But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing; A fudden push gives them the overthrow. Ride, ride, Meffala; let them all come down. [Exeunt Caf. O look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! 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't me, Mount thou my horfe, and hide thy fpurs in him. Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops, Tit. I will be here again, ev'n with a thought. [Exit. And tell me what thou not'st about the field. [Ex. Pind, My life is run its compafs. Now, what news! Caf. What news? Pind. Titinius is inclofed round about Caf. Come down, behold no more; Enter Pindarus, Come hither, firrah. In Parthia did I take thee prifoner ; And then I fwore thee, faving of thy life, [Shout, Thou should'it attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath, Guide thou the fword.- Cæfar, thou art reveng'd, [Kills himself. Pind. So I am free; yet would not fo have been, Durft I have done my will. Oh, Caffius! Far from this country Pindarus fhall run, Where never Roman fhall take note of him. [Exit SCENE V. Enter Titinius and Meffala. Mef. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Is overthrown by Noble Brutus's power, As Caffius' legions are by Antony. Tit. These tidings will well comfort Caffius. Tit. All difconfolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. Mef. Is not that he that lies upon the ground? Tit. No, this was he, Meffala ; But Caffius is no more! Oh, fetting fun! Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done: Mistrust of my fuccefs hath done this deed. Mef. Mistrust of good fuccefs hath done this deed. Oh hateful Error, Melancholy's child! Why doft thou fhew to the apt thoughts of men But kill ft the mother that engender'd thee, Tit. What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus ?? Into his ears: I may fay, thrusting it; Tit. Hie you, Meffala, And I will feek for Pindarus the while. [Exit Mef. Why didit thou fend me forth, brave Caffius ! And bid me give it thee? didst thou not hear their fhouts? But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow. Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace; By your leave, gods-This is a Roman's part. [Stabs himself.. Come, Caffius' fword, and find Titinius' heart. [Dies.. Alarum. SCEN E VI. Enter Brutus, Meffala, young Cato, Strato, Bru. Where, where, Meffala, doth his body lie? Cato. He is flain. Bru. Oh Julius Cæfar, thou art mighty yet! Thy fpirit walks abroad, and turns our fwords In our own proper intrails. Cato. Brave Titinius! [Low alarums Look if he have not crown'd dead Caffius ! Bru. Are yet two Romans living, fuch as these? Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears, I fhall find time, Caffius, I fhall find time ' is three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night [Exeunt. SCENE VII. The field of battle. Alarum. Enter Brutus, Meffala, Cato, Lucilius, and Flavius. Bru. Yet, countrymen, oh yet, hold up your heads.. Gato. What baftard doth not? who will go 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; Enter foldiers, and fight. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus.. [Exit. |