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For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd
Bru. Even so, Lucilius.
Cas. Now, molt noble Brutus,
Bru. Even by the nil'; of that philosophy,
Cas. Then, if we lose this battle, You are contented to be led in triumph Thorough the streets of Rome? [Roman,
Bru. No, Caflius, no: think not, thou noble That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; He bears too great a mind. But this fame day Must 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, Caflius! If we do meet again, why we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.
Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewel, Brutus! If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed j 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 I But it sufnceth, that the day will end, And then the end is known.—Come, ho! away!
Alarum. Enter Brutus, and Mtjsala.
Unto the legions on the other fide: [Loud alarm.
v Æarum. Enter CaJJius, and Titinius.
Cas. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! Myself liave to mine own turn'd enemy: This ensign here of mine was turning back; 1 slew the co-ivard, and did t.ike it from him.
Tit. O Caiiiu'., Brutus g.ive the word too early: Who, having some advantage 0:1 Octavius, Took it too eagerly; his soldiers fell to spoil, Whilst we by Antony aie all enclos'd.
Enter Pindarus. Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Mirk Antony is in your tents, ray lord: Fly therefore, noble Caflius, fly far off.
Cas This hill is far enough. Look, look,
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> 'fill he have brought thee up to yonder troops, And here again; that I may rest alsur'd, Whether yon troops are friend or enemy.
Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought.
Cas. Go, Pindarus, get thither on that hill j My sight was ever thick j regard Titinius, Aud tell me what thou not'st about the field.—
[Exit Pindarus. 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 i
Pind. [above.'] O my lord!
Cas. What news?
Pind. 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;—and, hark, they shout for joy.
Cas. Come down, behold no more.—
Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been, Durst I have done my will. O Caflius! Far from this country Pimlarus shall run, Where never Roman shall take note of him. [Exit. Re--ntir Titinius, with Mrjsah.
Mrs. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Is overthrown by noble P>rutus' power, As Caflius' legions are by Antony.
Tit. Thesi tidi:.gs will well comfort Caflius.
Mis. Where did you leave him i
Tit. All disconsolate,
Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the grormi?? . Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart1
M;s. Is not that he?
Tit. No, this was he, Mcflala,
1 i. e. I am resolved in such a case to kill myself.
But Caflius is no more.—O setting fun!
Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.
Mrs. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
0 hateful error, melancholy's child!
Why dost thou shew to the apt thoughts of men
Tit. What, Pindarus! Where 311 thou, Pindarus •
Til. Hie you, Messala,
Alas, thou bast misconstrued every thing.
Alarum. Enter Krutus, Messala, young Cato, Strata,
Bru. Oh Julius Crcsar, thou art mighty yet!
Cato. Brave Titinius !— Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Caflius!
Bi u. Arc yet two Romans living such as these ?— Thou last of all the Romans, fore thee well! It is ini|>oltible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow.—Friend-, lowe more tea . To this dead man, than you shall fee me pay.—
1 (hall find time, Callius, I shall find time.— Come, therefore, and to Thalsos lend his body; His funeral shall not he in our camp,
Lest it discomfort us.—Lucilius, come ;—
Another Part of tic Field.
Cato. What bastard doth not: W ho will go with
I will proclaim my name about the field r——
Enter Soldiers, and sis ht.
Luc. O young and noble Cato, art tlion dou ri > Why, now thou dy'st as bravely as Titinius; And may "ft be honour'd being Cato's foil. ■
i Sold. Yield, or thou diest.
Luc. Only 1 yield to die: There is to much, that thou wilt kill me straig'it;
Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. 1 Sold. We must not-—A noble prisoner! 1 Sold. Room, ho ! Tell Antonv, Brutus is ta'en. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news.—Here coma the
Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough r
A"t. This is not Brutus,friend ; hut, 1 allure yr"i,
Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. [lord,
Cli. Sratilius fhev/d the torch-light: but, my He came not back, he is or ta'en, or slain.
Bru. S;t thee down, Clitus: Slaying is the word} It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.—
Cli. What, 1, my lord! No, not for all the « urU.
Bru. Peace then, no v, ords.
Lh. I'll rattier kill myself. t.
Hn,. Hark thee, Daidanius!
Dm: Shall 1 do such a deed?
Cli. O, Dardamus!
Dar. O, Clitus i
Cli. \\ hat ill request did Brutus make to thee »
Dar. To kill him, Clitus: Look, he nic.'itaus.
Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief, That it runs over even at his eyes.
Biu. Come hither, good Volumnius: lists iron).
Vol. What sin's my lord? ■
L'rii. Why, this, Volumnius:
1 kill'd not thee with half so good a will.
[//c rum on bis swot A, and diet.
Mrs. My master's man.—Strato, where is thy
Luc. So Brutus should be sound.—I thank thee,
That thou hast prov'd Luciliu*' faying true.
0,1a. All that serv'd Brutus, 1 will entertain them.
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all:
O.'ia. According to his virtue let us use him,
Fiicndi of Antony.
*f Friends of Cetfar.
Friends of Pompcy.
Ambassadors from Antony to Co-far, Captains, Soldiers, Messengers, and otter Attendants.
SiLius, an Officer in Ventidius's Army.
Mardian, ( Servants lo Cleopatra.
A Soothsayer: A Clown.
Cleopatra, £>ueenof Ægypt. ,
Cleopatra's Palace at Alexandria.
That o'er the files and musters of the war [rum,
trains; EurMchs fanning her.
Clra. If it be love indeed, tell me how much.
Ant. There's btggaiy in the love that can be reckon'd.
Cleo. I'll set a bourn * how far to be belov'd.
Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.
Enter a Mtfsenger.
Mrs. News, my good lord, from Rome.
Ant. Grates me :—The sum *.
Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony: Fulvia, perchance, is angry; or, who knows If the scarce-bearded Cæsar have not sent His powerful mandate to you, " Do this, or this; "Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that; "Perform't, or else we damn thee.
Ant. How, my love!
Cleo. Perchance,—nay, and most like,
Call in the messengers.—As I am -Egypt's queen,
1 i.e. renounces. 1 Cypfy'n here used both in the original meaning for an Egyptian, and in it» accidental sense for a bud lawman. I Triple is here used improperly for third, or one of thtee. One of the triumvirs, one of the three master* os the world. 4 i. c bound or limit. > i. e. be brief, sum thy business in a few words. —