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

Tit. All difconfolate,

With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

Mef. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground?
Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart!
Mef. 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.

Mef. Miftruft of good fuccefs hath done this deed.

O 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?
Mef. 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 envenomèd,
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 didst 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 it thee? Didit thou not hear their fhouts ?

Alas, thou haft mifconftrued 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 fee how I regarded Caius Caffius.-
By your leave, gods :-This is a Roman's part
VOL. VI.

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Come,

Come, Caffius' fword, and find Titinius' heart.

[dies Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, 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. O Julius Cæfar, thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our fwords In our own proper entrails.

Cato. Brave Titinius !

[Low alarums

Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Caffius!
Bru. Are yet two Romans living fuch as thefe !-
The last 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 fhall find time, Caffius, I fhall find time.-
Come, therefore, and to Thaffos fend his body;
His funerals shall 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 second fight.

[Exeunt.

Alarum. Enter fighting, foldiers of both armies; then BRU TUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and Others.

Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!
Cato. What baftard 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 fon of Marcus Cato, ho!

[charges the enemy.

Bru, And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;

Brutus,

Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus.
[Exit, charging the enemy. CATO is overpowered,
and falls.

Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down?
Why, now thou dy't as bravely as Titinius;
And may'st be honour'd being Cato's fon2.
1. Sold. Yield, or thou diest.

Luc. Only I yield to die:

There is so much, that thou wilt kill me ftraight;

Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.

[Offering money.

1. Sold. We must not.-A noble prisoner!

2. Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. Sold. I'll tell the news-Here comes the general:Enter ANTONY.

1.

Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.

Ant. Where is he?

Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is fafe enough:
I dare affure thee, that no enemy

Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:
The gods defend him from fo great a shame!
When you do find him, or alive, or dead,
He will be found like Brutus, like himfelf.

Go on,

Ant. This is not Brutas, friend; but, I affure you,
A prize no lefs in worth: keep this man fafe,
Give him all kindness: I had rather have
Such men my friends, than enemies.
And fee whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead:
And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent,
How every thing is chanc'd.

[Exeunt.

Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and

VOLUMNIUS.

Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, reft on this rock.

E 2

Cli.

2. e. worthy of him.

Cli. Statilius fhew'd the torch-light; but, my lord, He came not back, he is or ta'en, or flain.

Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: Slaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.

[whispering. Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world. Bru. Peace then, no words. Cli. I'll rather kill myself. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! Dar. Shall I do fuch a deed? Cli. O, Dardanius!

Dar. O, Clitus !

[whispers him.

Cli. What ill requeft did Brutus make to thee?
Dar. To kill him, Clitus: Look, he meditates.
Cli. Now is that noble veffel full of grief,
That it runs over even at his eyes.

Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; lift a word.
Vol. What fays my lord?

Bru. Why, this, Volumnius:

The ghoft of Cæfar hath appear'd to me
Two feveral times by night: at Sardis, once;
And, this laft night, here in Philippi' fields.
I know, my hour is come.

Vol. Not fo, my lord.

Bru. Nay, I am fure it is, Volumnius.

Thou fee'ft 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,

[Alarum.

Thou know'ft, that we two went to school together;
Even for that our love of old, I pray thee,

Hold thou my fword-hilts, whilst I run on it.
Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord.
[Alarum ftill.
Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.
Bru. Farewel to you ;-and you ;—and you, Volum-

nius.

Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Farewel to thee too, Strato.-Countrymen,
My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life,

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I found

I found no man, but he was true to me.
I shall have glory by this lofing day,
More than Octavius, and Mark Antony,
By this vile conquest shall attain unto.

So, fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue
Hath almost ended his life's history:

Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would reit,
That have but labour'd to attain this hour.

[Alarum, Gry within; Fly, fly, fly.

Cli. Fly, my lord, fly.

Bru. Hence; I will follow.

[Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS.

I pr'ythee, Strato, ftay thou by thy lord:

Thou art a fellow of a good refpect;

Thy life hath had fome fmatch of honour in it:

Hold then my fword, and turn away thy face,

While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?

Stra. Give me your hand firft: Fare you well, my lord. Bru. Farewel, good Strato.-Cæfar, now be ftill;

I kill'd not thee with half fo good a will.

[He runs on his fword, and dies

Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY,
SALA, LUCILIUS, and their Army.

Oa. What man is that?

MES

Mef. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy master ? Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala;

The conquerors can but make a fire of him;

For Brutus only overcame himself,

And no man else hath honour by his death.

Luc. So Brutus fhould be found.-I thank thee, Brutus,

That thou haft prov'd Lucilius' faying true.

O&. All that ferv'd Brutus, I will entertain them.

Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
Stra. Ay, if Meffala will prefer me to you.
Oa. Do fo, good Meffala.

Mef. How died my mafter, Strato?

Stra. I held the fword, and he did run on it. Mef. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master.