Cas.
O look, Trebonius, 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.

Tre.
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. [Alarums.] 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, Trebonius:—
Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire?

Tre.
They are, my lord. [Alarums.]

Cas.
Trebonius, 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.

Tre.
I will be here again, even with a thought. [Exit Trebonius.

Cas.
Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill;
My sight was ever thick; regard Trebonius,
And 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?

Pin. [Without]
O, my Lord!—

Cas.
What news?

Pin. [Without]
Trebonius is
Enclosed round about with horsemen, that
Make to him on the spur;—yet he spurs on:—
Now they are almost on him:—Now, Trebonius!—
Now some 'light: O, he 'lights too:—he 's ta'en;— [Shouts, and Flourish of Trumpets.]

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!— Enter Pindarus.
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 should'st 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 't is now,
Guide thou the sword.— [Pindarus takes the Sword, and Cassius runs upon it.]
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. [Alarums.] Enter Trebonius, with a Laurel Crown on his head, and Titinius.

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

Tre.
These tidings will well comfort Cassius.

Tit.
Where did you leave him?

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

Tit.
Is not that he that lies upon the ground?

Tre.
He lies not like the living.—O my heart!
Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.—
What, Pindarus!—Where art thou, Pindarus?

Tit.
Seek him, Trebonius; while I go to bring
The noble Brutus to this piercing sight. [Exit Titinius.

Tre.
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 't thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts?
Alas, thou hast misconstru'd every thing. Enter Titinius, Brutus, Metellus, Lucius, Varro, Standards, S. P. Q. R.—Silver Eagles,—Lictors,—and Guards.

Bru.
Where, where, Titinius, doth his body lie?

Tit.
Lo, yonder,—and Trebonius mourning it.

Bru.
O, Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet;
Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords
In our own proper entrails.—
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.—
Stoop, soldiers, stoop,—and bear the body hence.— [Soldiers prepare to bear away the Body.]
Now let us to the field; for yet ere night
We will try fortune in a second fight. [Alarums.] [Exeunt.

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