Julius Caesar

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Original text
Act V, Scene I
Enter Octauius, Antony, and their Army.

Octa.
Now Antony, our hopes are answered,
You said the Enemy would not come downe,
But keepe the Hilles and vpper Regions:
It proues not so: their battailes are at hand,
They meane to warne vs at Philippi heere:
Answering before we do demand of them.

Ant.
Tut I am in their bosomes, and I know
Wherefore they do it: They could be content
To visit other places, and come downe
With fearefull brauery: thinking by this face
To fasten in our thoughts that they haue Courage;
But 'tis not so.
Enter a Messenger.

Mes.
Prepare you Generals,
The Enemy comes on in gallant shew:
Their bloody signe of Battell is hung out,
And something to be done immediately.

Ant.
Octauius, leade your Battaile softly on
Vpon the left hand of the euen Field.

Octa.
Vpon the right hand I, keepe thou the left.

Ant.
Why do you crosse me in this exigent.

Octa.
I do not crosse you: but I will do so.
March.
Drum.
Enter Brutus, Cassius, & their Army.

Bru.
They stand, and would haue parley.

Cassi.
Stand fast Titinius, we must out and talke.

Octa.
Mark Antony, shall we giue signe of Battaile?

Ant.
No Casar, we will answer on their Charge.
Make forth, the Generals would haue some words.

Oct.
Stirre not vntill the Signall.

Bru.
Words before blowes: is it so Countrymen?

Octa.
Not that we loue words better, as you do.

Bru.
Good words are better then bad strokes Octauius.

An.
In your bad strokes Brutus, you giue good words
Witnesse the hole you made in Casars heart,
Crying long liue, Haile Casar.

Cassi.
Antony,
The posture of your blowes are yet vnknowne;
But for your words, they rob the Hibla Bees,
And leaue them Hony-lesse.

Ant.
Not stinglesse too.

Bru.
O yes, and soundlesse too:
For you haue stolne their buzzing Antony,
And very wisely threat before you sting.

Ant.
Villains: you did not so, when your vile daggers
Hackt one another in the sides of Casar:
You shew'd your teethes like Apes, / And fawn'd like Hounds,
And bow'd like Bondmen, kissing Casars feete;
Whil'st damned Caska, like a Curre, behinde
Strooke Casar on the necke. O you Flatterers.

Cassi
Flatterers? Now Brutus thanke your selfe,
This tongue had not offended so to day,
If Cassius might haue rul'd.

Octa.
Come, come, the cause. If arguing make vs swet,
The proofe of it will turne to redder drops:
Looke,
I draw a Sword against Conspirators,
When thinke you that the Sword goes vp againe?
Neuer till Casars three and thirtie wounds
Be well aueng'd; or till another Casar
Haue added slaughter to the Sword of Traitors.

Brut.
Casar, thou canst not dye by Traitors hands,
Vnlesse thou bring'st them with thee.

Octa.
So I hope:
I was not borne to dye on Brutus Sword.

Bru.
O if thou wer't the Noblest of thy Straine,
Yong-man, thou could'st not dye more honourable.

Cassi.
A peeuish School-boy, worthles of such Honor
Ioyn'd with a Masker, and a Reueller.

Ant.
Old Cassius still.

Octa.
Come Antony: away:
Defiance Traitors, hurle we in your teeth.
If you dare fight to day, come to the Field;
If not, when you haue stomackes.
Exit Octauius, Antony, and Army

Cassi.
Why now blow winde, swell Billow, / And swimme Barke:
The Storme is vp, and all is on the hazard.

Bru.
Ho Lucillius, hearke, a word with you.

Luc.
My Lord.
Lucillius and Messala stand forth.

Cassi.
Messala.

Messa.
What sayes my Generall?

Cassi.
Messala,
this is my Birth-day: as this very day
Was Cassius borne. Giue me thy hand Messala:
Be thou my witnesse, that against my will
(As Pompey was) am I compell'd to set
Vpon one Battell all our Liberties.
You know, that I held Epicurus strong,
And his Opinion: Now I change my minde,
And partly credit things that do presage.
Comming from Sardis, on our former Ensigne
Two mighty Eagles fell, and there they pearch'd,
Gorging and feeding from our Soldiers hands,
Who to Philippi heere consorted vs:
This Morning are they fled away, and gone,
And in their steeds, do Rauens, Crowes, and Kites
Fly ore our heads, and downward looke on vs
As we were sickely prey; their shadowes seeme
A Canopy most fatall, vnder which
Our Army lies, ready to giue vp the Ghost.

Messa.
Beleeue not so.

Cassi.
I but beleeue it partly,
For I am fresh of spirit, and resolu'd
To meete all perils, very constantly.

Bru.
Euen so Lucillius.

Cassi.
Now most Noble Brutus,
The Gods to day stand friendly, that we may
Louers in peace, leade on our dayes to age.
But since the affayres of men rests still incertaine,
Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
If we do lose this Battaile, then is this
The very last time we shall speake together:
What are you then determined to do?

Bru.
Euen by the rule of that Philosophy,
By which I did blame Cato, for the death
Which he did giue himselfe, I know not how:
But I do finde it Cowardly, and vile,
For feare of what might fall, so to preuent
The time of life, arming my selfe with patience,
To stay the prouidence of some high Powers,
That gouerne vs below.

Cassi.
Then, if we loose this Battaile,
You are contented to be led in Triumph
Thorow the streets of Rome.

Bru.
No Cassius, no: / Thinke not thou Noble Romane,
That euer Brutus will go bound to Rome,
He beares too great a minde. But this same day
Must end that worke, the Ides of March begun.
And whether we shall meete againe, I know not:
Therefore our euerlasting farewell take:
For euer, and for euer, farewell Cassius,
If we do meete againe, why we shall smile;
If not, why then this parting was well made.

Cassi.
For euer, and for euer, farewell Brutus:
If we do meete againe, wee'l smile indeede;
If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made.

Bru.
Why then leade on. O that a man might know
The end of this dayes businesse, ere it come:
But it sufficeth, that the day will end,
And then the end is knowne. Come ho, away.
Exeunt.
Original text
Act V, Scene II
Alarum.
Enter Brutus and Messala.

Bru.
Ride, ride Messala, ride and giue these Billes
Vnto the Legions, on the other side.
Lowd Alarum.
Let them set on at once: for I perceiue
But cold demeanor in Octauio's wing:
And sodaine push giues them the ouerthrow:
Ride, ride Messala, let them all come downe.
Exeunt
Original text
Act V, Scene III
Alarums.
Enter Cassius and Titinius.

Cassi.
O looke Titinius, looke, the Villaines flye:
My selfe haue to mine owne turn'd Enemy:
This Ensigne heere of mine was turning backe,
I slew the Coward, and did take it from him.

Titin.
O Cassius, Brutus gaue the word too early,
Who hauing some aduantage on Octauius,
Tooke it too eagerly: his Soldiers fell to spoyle,
Whil'st we by Antony are all inclos'd.
Enter Pindarus.

Pind.
Fly further off my Lord: flye further off,
Mark Antony is in your Tents my Lord:
Flye therefore Noble Cassius, flye farre off.

Cassi.
This Hill is farre enough. Looke, look Titinius
Are those my Tents where I perceiue the fire?

Tit.
They are, my Lord.

Cassi.
Titinius, if thou louest me,
Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurres in him,
Till he haue brought thee vp to yonder Troopes
And heere againe, that I may rest assur'd
Whether yond Troopes, are Friend or Enemy.

Tit.
I will be heere againe, euen with a thought.
Exit.

Cassi.
Go Pindarus, get higher on that hill,
My sight was euer thicke: regard Titinius,
And tell me what thou not'st about the Field.
This day I breathed first, Time is come round,
And where I did begin, there shall I end,
My life is run his compasse. Sirra, what newes?

Pind.
Aboue.
O my Lord.

Cassi.
What newes?

Pind.
Titinius is enclosed round about
With Horsemen, that make to him on the Spurre,
Yet he spurres on. Now they are almost on him:
Now Titinius. Now some light: O he lights too.
Hee's tane.
Showt.
And hearke, they shout for ioy.

Cassi.
Come downe, behold no more:
O Coward that I am, to liue so long,
To see my best Friend tane before my face.
Enter Pindarus.
Come hither sirrah:
In Parthia did I take thee Prisoner,
And then I swore thee, sauing of thy life,
That whatsoeuer I did bid thee do,
Thou should'st attempt it. Come now, keepe thine oath,
Now be a Free-man, and with this good Sword
That ran through Casars bowels, search this bosome.
Stand not to answer: Heere, take thou the Hilts,
And when my face is couer'd, as 'tis now,
Guide thou the Sword--- Casar, thou art reueng'd,
Euen with the Sword that kill'd thee.

Pin.
So, I am free, / Yet would not so haue beene
Durst I haue done my will. O Cassius,
Farre from this Country Pindarus shall run,
Where neuer Roman shall take note of him.
Enter Titinius and Messala.

Messa.
It is but change, Titinius: for Octauius
Is ouerthrowne by Noble Brutus power,
As Cassius Legions are by Antony.

Titin.
These tydings will well comfort Cassius.

Messa.
Where did you leaue him.

Titin.
All disconsolate,
With Pindarus his Bondman, on this Hill.

Messa.
Is not that he that lyes vpon the ground?

Titin.
He lies not like the Liuing. O my heart!

Messa.
Is not that hee?

Titin.
No, this was he Messala,
But Cassius is no more. O setting Sunne:
As in thy red Rayes thou doest sinke to night;
So in his red blood Cassius day is set.
The Sunne of Rome is set. Our day is gone,
Clowds, Dewes, and Dangers come; our deeds are done:
Mistrust of my successe hath done this deed.

Messa.
Mistrust of good successe hath done this deed.
O hatefull Error, Melancholies Childe:
Why do'st thou shew to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? O Error soone conceyu'd,
Thou neuer com'st vnto a happy byrth,
But kil'st the Mother that engendred thee.

Tit.
What Pindarus? Where art thou Pindarus?

Messa.
Seeke him Titinius, whilst I go to meet
The Noble Brutus, thrusting this report
Into his eares; I may say thrusting it:
For piercing Steele, and Darts inuenomed,
Shall be as welcome to the eares of Brutus,
As tydings of this sight.

Tit.
Hye you Messala,
And I will seeke for Pindarus the while:
Why did'st thou send me forth braue Cassius?
Did I not meet thy Friends, and did not they
Put on my Browes this wreath of Victorie,
And bid me giue it thee? Did'st thou not heare their showts?
Alas, thou hast misconstrued euery thing.
But hold thee, take this Garland on thy Brow,
Thy Brutus bid me giue it thee, and I
Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace,
And see how I regarded Caius Cassius:
By your leaue Gods: This is a Romans part,
Come Cassius Sword, and finde Titinius hart.
Dies
Alarum.
Enter Brutus, Messala, yong Cato, Strato, Volumnius,
and Lucillius.

Bru.
Where, where Messala, doth his body lye?

Messa.
Loe yonder, and Titinius mourning it.

Bru.
Titinius face is vpward.

Cato.
He is slaine.

Bru.
O Iulius Casar, thou art mighty yet,
Thy Spirit walkes abroad, and turnes our Swords
In our owne proper Entrailes.
Low Alarums.

Cato.
Braue Titinius,
Looke where he haue not crown'd dead Cassius.

Bru.
Are yet two Romans liuing such as these?
The last of all the Romans, far thee well:
It is impossible, that euer Rome
Should breed thy fellow. Friends I owe mo teares
To this dead man, then you shall see me pay.
I shall finde time, Cassius: I shall finde time.
Come therefore, and to Tharsus send his body,
His Funerals shall not be in our Campe,
Least it discomfort vs. Lucillius come,
And come yong Cato, let vs to the Field,
Labio and Flauio set our Battailes on:
'Tis three a clocke, and Romans yet ere night,
We shall try Fortune in a second fight.
Exeunt.
Original text
Act V, Scene IV
Alarum.
Enter Brutus, Messala, Cato, Lucillius, and
Flauius.

Bru.
Yet Country-men: O yet, hold vp your heads.


Cato.
What Bastard doth not? Who will go with me?
I will proclaime my name about the Field.
I am the Sonne of Marcus Cato, hoe.
A Foe to Tyrants, and my Countries Friend.
I am the Sonne of Marcus Cato, hoe.
Enter Souldiers, and fight.
And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I,
Brutus my Countries Friend: Know me for Brutus.

Luc.
O yong and Noble Cato, art thou downe?
Why now thou dyest, as brauely as Titinius,
And may'st be honour'd, being Cato's Sonne.

Sold.
Yeeld, or thou dyest.

Luc.
Onely I yeeld to dye:
There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight:
Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.

Sold.
We must not: a Noble Prisoner.
Enter Antony.

2. Sold.
Roome hoe: tell Antony, Brutus is tane.

1. Sold.
Ile tell thee newes. Heere comes the Generall,
Brutus is tane, Brutus is tane my Lord.

Ant.
Where is hee?

Luc.
Safe Antony, Brutus is safe enough:
I dare assure thee, that no Enemy
Shall euer take aliue the Noble Brutus:
The Gods defend him from so great a shame,
When you do finde him, or aliue, or dead,
He will be found like Brutus, like himselfe.

Ant.
This is not Brutus friend, but I assure you,
A prize no lesse in worth; keepe this man safe,
Giue him all kindnesse. I had rather haue
Such men my Friends, then Enemies. Go on,
And see where Brutus be aliue or dead,
And bring vs word, vnto Octauius Tent:
How euery thing is chanc'd.
Exeunt.
Original text
Act V, Scene V
Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and Volumnius.

Brut.
Come poore remaines of friends, rest on this Rocke.

Clit.
Statillius shew'd the Torch-light, but my Lord
He came not backe: he is or tane, or slaine.

Brut.
Sit thee downe, Clitus: slaying is the word,
It is a deed in fashion. Hearke thee, Clitus.

Clit.
What I, my Lord? No, not for all the World.

Brut.
Peace then, no words.

Clit.
Ile rather kill my selfe.

Brut.
Hearke thee, Dardanius.

Dard.
Shall I doe such a deed?

Clit.
O Dardanius.

Dard.
O Clitus.

Clit.
What ill request did Brutus make to thee?

Dard.
To kill him, Clitus: looke he meditates.

Clit.
Now is that Noble Vessell full of griefe,
That it runnes ouer euen at his eyes.

Brut.
Come hither, good Volumnius, list a word.

Volum.
What sayes my Lord?

Brut.
Why this, Volumnius:
The Ghost of Casar hath appear'd to me
Two seuerall times by Night: at Sardis, once;
And this last Night, here in Philippi fields:
I know my houre is come.

Volum.
Not so, my Lord.

Brut.
Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
Thou seest the World, Volumnius, how it goes,
Our Enemies haue beat vs to the Pit:
Low Alarums.
It is more worthy, to leape in our selues,
Then tarry till they push vs. Good Volumnius,
Thou know'st, that we two went to Schoole together:
Euen for that our loue of old, I prethee
Hold thou my Sword Hilts, whilest I runne on it.

Vol.
That's not an Office for a friend, my Lord.
Alarum still.

Cly.
Fly, flye my Lord, there is no tarrying heere.

Bru.
Farewell to you, and you, and you Volumnius.
Strato, thou hast bin all this while asleepe:
Farewell to thee, to Strato, Countrymen:
My heart doth ioy, that yet in all my life,
I found no man, but he was true to me.
I shall haue glory by this loosing day
More then Octauius, and Marke Antony,
By this vile Conquest shall attaine vnto.
So fare you well at once, for Brutus tongue
Hath almost ended his liues History:
Night hangs vpon mine eyes, my Bones would rest,
That haue but labour'd, to attaine this houre.
Alarum.
Cry within, Flye, flye, flye.

Cly.
Fly my Lord, flye.

Bru.
Hence: I will follow:
I prythee Strato, stay thou by thy Lord,
Thou art a Fellow of a good respect:
Thy life hath had some smatch of Honor in it,
Hold then my Sword, and turne away thy face,
While I do run vpon it. Wilt thou Strato?

Stra.
Giue me your hand first. Fare you wel my Lord.

Bru.
Farewell good Strato. ---Casar, now be still,
I kill'd not thee with halfe so good a will.
Dyes.
Alarum.
Retreat.
Enter Antony, Octauius, Messala, Lucillius, and the
Army.

Octa.
What man is that?

Messa.
My Masters 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 onely ouercame himselfe,
And no man else hath Honor by his death.

Lucil.
So Brutus should be found. I thank thee Brutus
That thou hast prou'd Lucillius saying true.

Octa.
All that seru'd Brutus, I will entertaine them.
Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?

Stra.
I, if Messala will preferre me to you.

Octa.
Do so, good Messala.

Messa.
How dyed my Master Strato?

Stra.
I held the Sword, and he did run on it.

Messa.
Octauius, then take him to follow thee,
That did the latest seruice to my Master.

Ant.
This was the Noblest Roman of them all:
All the Conspirators saue onely hee,
Did that they did, in enuy of great Casar:
He, onely in a generall honest thought,
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle, and the Elements
So mixt in him, that Nature might stand vp,
And say to all the world; This was a man.

Octa.
According to his Vertue, let vs vse him
Withall Respect, and Rites of Buriall.
Within my Tent his bones to night shall ly,
Most like a Souldier ordered Honourably:
So call the Field to rest, and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day.
Exeunt omnes.
Modern text
Act V, Scene I
Enter Octavius, Antony, and their army

OCTAVIUS
Now, Antony, our hopes are answered.
You said the enemy would not come down,
But keep the hills and upper regions.
It proves not so; their battles are at hand;
They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
Answering before we do demand of them.

ANTONY
Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
Wherefore they do it. They could be content
To visit other places, and come down
With fearful bravery, thinking by this face
To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage;
But 'tis not so.
Enter a Messenger

MESSENGER
Prepare you, Generals;
The enemy comes on in gallant show.
Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,
And something to be done immediately.

ANTONY
Octavius, lead your battle softly on
Upon the left hand of the even field.

OCTAVIUS
Upon the right hand I. Keep thou the left.

ANTONY
Why do you cross me in this exigent?

OCTAVIUS
I do not cross you; but I will do so.
March
Drum
Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their army; Lucilius,
Titinius, Messala, and others

BRUTUS
They stand, and would have parley.

CASSIUS
Stand fast, Titinius; we must out and talk.

OCTAVIUS
Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?

ANTONY
No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge.
Make forth; the Generals would have some words.

OCTAVIUS
Stir not until the signal.

BRUTUS
Words before blows: is it so, countrymen?

OCTAVIUS
Not that we love words better, as you do.

BRUTUS
Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.

ANTONY
In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words;
Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart,
Crying, ‘ Long live! Hail, Caesar!’

CASSIUS
Antony,
The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.

ANTONY
Not stingless too.

BRUTUS
O yes, and soundless too;
For you have stolen their buzzing, Antony,
And very wisely threat before you sting.

ANTONY
Villains! You did not so, when your vile daggers
Hacked one another in the sides of Caesar:
You showed your teeth like apes, and fawned like hounds,
And bowed like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet;
Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind
Struck Caesar on the neck. O you flatterers!

CASSIUS
Flatterers? Now, Brutus, thank yourself:
This tongue had not offended so today,
If Cassius might have ruled.

OCTAVIUS
Come, come, the cause. If arguing make us sweat,
The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
Look,
I draw a sword against conspirators.
When think you that the sword goes up again?
Never till Caesar's three-and-thirty wounds
Be well avenged; or till another Caesar
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.

BRUTUS
Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands,
Unless thou bring'st them with thee.

OCTAVIUS
So I hope.
I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.

BRUTUS
O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable.

CASSIUS
A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour,
Joined with a masquer and a reveller.

ANTONY
Old Cassius, still!

OCTAVIUS
Come, Antony; away!
Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth.
If you dare fight today, come to the field;
If not, when you have stomachs.
Exeunt Octavius, Antony, and army

CASSIUS
Why now, blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark!
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.

BRUTUS
Ho, Lucilius, hark, a word with you.

LUCILIUS
My lord?
Lucilius stands forth, and talks with Brutus apart

CASSIUS
Messala.

MESSALA
What says my General?
Messala stands forth

CASSIUS
Messala,
This is my birthday; as this very day
Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala:
Be thou my witness that against my will –
As Pompey was – am I compelled to set
Upon one battle all our liberties.
You know that I held Epicurus strong,
And his opinion; now I change my mind,
And partly credit things that do presage.
Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign
Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perched,
Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands,
Who to Philippi here consorted us.
This morning are they fled away and gone,
And in their steads do ravens, crows, and kites
Fly o'er our heads and downward look on us,
As we were sickly prey; their shadows seem
A canopy most fatal, under which
Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.

MESSALA
Believe not so.

CASSIUS
I but believe it partly,
For I am fresh of spirit, and resolved
To meet all perils very constantly.

BRUTUS
Even so, Lucilius.
Brutus rejoins Cassius

CASSIUS
Now, most noble Brutus,
The gods today stand friendly, that we may,
Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!
But since the affairs of men rest still incertain,
Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
If we do lose this battle, then is this
The very last time we shall speak together;
What are you then determined to do?

BRUTUS
Even by the rule of that philosophy
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, so to prevent
The time of life – arming myself with patience
To stay the providence of some high powers
That govern us below.

CASSIUS
Then, if we lose this battle,
You are contented to be led in triumph
Thorough the streets of Rome?

BRUTUS
No, Cassius, no; think not, thou noble Roman,
That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;
He bears too great a mind. But this same day
Must 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, Cassius.
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
If not, why then this parting was well made.

CASSIUS
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus.
If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.

BRUTUS
Why then, lead on. O, that a man might know
The end of this day's business ere it come!
But it sufficeth that the day will end,
And then the end is known. Come, ho! Away!
Exeunt
Modern text
Act V, Scene II
Alarum
Enter Brutus and Messala

BRUTUS
Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills
Unto the legions on the other side.
Loud alarum
Let them set on at once; for I perceive
But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing,
And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
Ride, ride, Messala; let them all come down.
Exeunt
Modern text
Act V, Scene III
Alarums
Enter Cassius and Titinius

CASSIUS
O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly.
Myself have to mine own turned enemy:
This ensign here of mine was turning back;
I slew the coward, and did take it from him.

TITINIUS
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 enclosed.
Enter Pindarus

PINDARUS
Fly further off, my lord, fly further off!
Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord.
Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off!

CASSIUS
This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius!
Are those my tents where I perceive the fire?

TITINIUS
They are, my lord.

CASSIUS
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 assured
Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.

TITINIUS
I will be here again, even with a thought.
Exit

CASSIUS
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
This day I breathed first. Time is come round,
And where I did begin, there shall I end.
My life is run his compass. (to Pindarus) Sirrah, what news?

PINDARUS
(above)
O my lord!

CASSIUS
What news?

PINDARUS
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.

CASSIUS
Come down; behold no more.
O, coward that I am, to live so long,
To see my best friend ta'en before my face!
Enter Pindarus from above
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 Caesar's bowels, search this bosom.
Stand not to answer. Here, take thou the hilts,
And when my face is covered, as 'tis now,
Guide thou the sword. – Caesar, thou art revenged,
Even with the sword that killed thee.
He dies

PINDARUS
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
Enter Titinius and Messala

MESSALA
It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
As Cassius' legions are by Antony.

TITINIUS
These tidings will well comfort Cassius.

MESSALA
Where did you leave him?

TITINIUS
All disconsolate,
With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

MESSALA
Is not that he that lies upon the ground?

TITINIUS
He lies not like the living. O my heart!

MESSALA
Is not that he?

TITINIUS
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.

MESSALA
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 conceived,
Thou never com'st unto a happy birth,
But kill'st the mother that engendered thee.

TITINIUS
What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus?

MESSALA
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.

TITINIUS
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 misconstrued everything!
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.
He dies
Alarum
Enter Brutus, Messala, Young Cato, Strato, Volumnius,
Labeo, Flavius, and Lucilius

BRUTUS
Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?

MESSALA
Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.

BRUTUS
Titinius' face is upward.

CATO
He is slain.

BRUTUS
O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet!
Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords
In our own proper entrails.
Low alarums

CATO
Brave Titinius,
Look where he have not crowned dead Cassius.

BRUTUS
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 Thasos 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
Modern text
Act V, Scene IV
Alarum
Enter Brutus, Messala, Young Cato, Lucilius, and
Flavius

BRUTUS
Yet countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!
Exit, followed by Messala and Flavius

CATO
What bastard 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 son of Marcus Cato, ho!
Enter soldiers, and fight

LUCILIUS
And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I!
Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus!
Young Cato is slain

LUCILIUS
O young and noble Cato, art thou down?
Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius,
And mayst be honoured, being Cato's son.

FIRST SOLDIER
Yield, or thou diest.

LUCILIUS
Only I yield to die:
There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight:
Kill Brutus, and be honoured in his death.

FIRST SOLDIER
We must not. A noble prisoner!
Enter Antony

SECOND SOLDIER
Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en.

FIRST SOLDIER
I'll tell the news. Here comes the General.
Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.

ANTONY
Where is he?

LUCILIUS
Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough.
I dare assure thee that no enemy
Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus;
The gods defend him from so great a shame!
When you do find him, or alive or dead,
He will be found like Brutus, like himself.

ANTONY
This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,
A prize no less in worth. Keep this man safe;
Give him all kindness. I had rather have
Such men my friends than enemies. Go on,
And see whether Brutus be alive or dead;
And bring us word unto Octavius' tent
How every thing is chanced.
Exeunt
Modern text
Act V, Scene V
Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and Volumnius

BRUTUS
Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.

CLITUS
Statilius showed the torch-light; but, my lord,
He came not back; he is or ta'en or slain.

BRUTUS
Sit thee down, Clitus. Slaying is the word;
It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
He whispers

CLITUS
What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.

BRUTUS
Peace then. No words.

CLITUS
I'll rather kill myself.

BRUTUS
Hark thee, Dardanius.
He whispers

DARDANIUS
Shall I do such a deed?

CLITUS
O Dardanius!

DARDANIUS
O Clitus!

CLITUS
What ill request did Brutus make to thee?

DARDANIUS
To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.

CLITUS
Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
That it runs over even at his eyes.

BRUTUS
Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.

VOLUMNIUS
What says my lord?

BRUTUS
Why, this, Volumnius:
The ghost of Caesar hath appeared to me
Two several times by night: at Sardis once,
And this last night, here in Philippi fields.
I know my hour is come.

VOLUMNIUS
Not so, my lord.

BRUTUS
Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes:
Our enemies have beat us to the pit.
Low alarums
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 prithee,
Hold thou my sword-hilts whilst I run on it.

VOLUMNIUS
That's not an office for a friend, my lord.
Alarum still

CLITUS
Fly, fly, my lord, there is no tarrying here.

BRUTUS
Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius.
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Farewell to thee too, Strato. Countrymen,
My heart doth joy that yet in all my life
I found no man but he was true to me.
I shall have glory by this losing 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 rest,
That have but laboured to attain this hour.
Alarum
Cry within, ‘ Fly, fly, fly!’

CLITUS
Fly, my lord, fly!

BRUTUS
Hence! I will follow.
Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius
I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord.
Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it.
Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?

STRATO
Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord.

BRUTUS
Farewell, good Strato. – Caesar, now be still;
I killed not thee with half so good a will.
He dies
Alarum
Retreat
Enter Antony, Octavius, Messala, Lucilius, and the
army

OCTAVIUS
What man is that?

MESSALA
My master's man. Strato, where is thy master?

STRATO
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.

LUCILIUS
So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus,
That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true.

OCTAVIUS
All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.
Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?

STRATO
Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.

OCTAVIUS
Do so, good Messala.

MESSALA
How died my master, Strato?

STRATO
I held the sword, and he did run on it.

MESSALA
Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
That did the latest service to my master.

ANTONY
This was the noblest Roman of them all.
All the conspirators save only he
Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
He only, in a general honest thought
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle, and the elements
So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, ‘ This was a man!’

OCTAVIUS
According to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones tonight shall lie,
Most like a soldier, ordered honourably.
So call the field to rest, and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day.
Exeunt all
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