Another Part of the Field. |
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Alarum. Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS. |
Cas. O! look, Titinius, look, the villains fly: |
Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy; |
This ensign here of mine was turning back; |
I slew the coward, and did take it from him. |
Tit. O Cassius! Brutus gave the word too early; |
Who, having some advantage on Octavius, |
Took it too eagerly: his soldiers fell to spoil, |
Whilst we by Antony are all enclos'd. |
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Enter PINDARUS. |
Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; |
Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord: |
Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, 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'st me, |
Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him, |
Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops |
And here again; that I may rest assur'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 sight was ever thick; regard Titinius, |
And tell me what thou not'st about the field. [PINDARUS ascends the hill. |
This day I breathed first; time is come round, |
And where I did begin, there shall I end; |
My life is run his compass. Sirrah, what news? |
Pin. [Above.] O my lord! |
Cas. What news? |
Pin. Titinius is enclosed round about |
With horsemen, that make to him on the spur; |
Yet he spurs on: now they are almost on him; |
Now, Titinius! now some light; O! he lights too: |
He's ta'en; [Shout.] and, hark! they shout for joy. |
Cas. Come down; behold no more. |
O, coward that I am, to live so long, |
To see my best friend ta'en before my face! |
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PINDARUS descends. |
Come hither, sirrah: |
In Parthia did I take thee prisoner; |
And then I swore thee, saving 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 sword, |
That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this bosom. |
Stand not to answer; here, take thou the hilts; |
And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now, |
Guide thou the sword. Cæsar, thou art reveng'd, |
Even with the sword that kill'd thee. [Dies. |
Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been; |
Durst I have done my will. O Cassius. |
Far from this country Pindarus shall run, |
Where never Roman shall take note of him. [Exit. |
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Re-enter TITINIUS with MESSALA. |
Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius |
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power, |
As Cassius' legions are by Antony. |
Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. |
Mes. Where did you leave him? |
Tit. All disconsolate, |
With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. |
Mes. Is not that he that lies upon the ground? |
Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart! |
Mes. Is not that he? |
Tit. No, this was he, Messala, |
But Cassius is no more. O setting sun! |
As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night, |
So in his red blood Cassius' day is set; |
The sun of Rome is set. Our day is gone; |
Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done. |
Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. |
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. [Exit MESSALA. |
Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? |
Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they |
Put on my brows this wreath of victory, |
And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts? |
Alas! thou hast misconstru'd 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 Cassius. |
By your leave, gods: this is a Roman's part: |
Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. [Kills himself. |
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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! |
It is impossible that ever Rome |
Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears |
To this dead man than you shall see me pay.— |
I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.— |
Come therefore, and to Thassos send his body: |
His funerals shall not be in our camp, |
Lest it discomfort us. Lucilius, come; |
And come, young Cato;—let us to the field. |
Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on:— |
'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night |
We shall try fortune in a second fight. [Exeunt. |
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