Oct.
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.

Ant.
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.

Mes.
Prepare you, generals:
The enemy comes on in gallant shew;
Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,
And something to ^note be done immediately.

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

Oct.
Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left.

Ant.
Why do you cross me in this exigent?

Oct.
I do not cross you; but I will do so. [March. Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their Army; Lucilius, Titinius, Messala, and Others, attending.

Bru.
They stand, and would have parley.

Cas.
Stand fast, Titinius, we must out and talk.

Oct.
Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?

Ant.
No, Cæsar, we will answer on their charge.
Make forth, the generals would have some words.

Oct.
Stir not until the signal. [to his Troops.

Bru.
Words before blows: Is it so, countrymen?

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

Bru.
Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.

Ant.
In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words:
Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart,
Crying, Long live! hail, Cæsar!

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

Ant.
Not stingless too.

Bru.
O, yes,14Q1047 and soundless too;
For you have stoln their buzzing, Antony,
And, very wisely, threat before you sting.

Ant.
Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers
Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar:
You shew'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds,
And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet;
Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind,
Strook Cæsar on the neck. O flatterers ^note!

Cas.
Flatterers!—Now, Brutus, thank yourself;
This tongue had not offended so to-day,
If Cassius might have rul'd.

Oct.
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 Cæsar's three and twenty ^note wounds
Be well aveng'd; or 'till another Cæsar
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.

Bru.
Cæsar, thou can'st not dye by traitors' hands,
Unless thou bring'st them with thee.

Oct.
So I hope;
I was not born to dye on Brutus' sword.

Bru.
O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
Young man, thou could'st not dye more honourable.

Cas.
A peevish school-boy, worthless of ^note such honour,
Join'd with a masker and a reveller.

Ant.
Old Cassius still.

Oct.
Come, Antony; away.—
Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth:
If you dare fight to-day, come to the field;
If not, when you have stomacks. [Exeunt Antony, Octavius, and Army.

Cas.
Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; and swim, bark:
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.

Bru.
Lucilius; hark, a word with you.

Luc.
My lord. [they converse apart.

Cas.
Messala,—

Mes.
What says my general?

Cas.
Messala,
This is my birth-day; 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 compell'd 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 ^note
Two mighty eagles fell; and there they perch'd,
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.

Mes.
Believe not so.

Cas.
I but believe it partly;
For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd
To meet all perils ^note very constantly.

Bru.
Even so, Lucilius.

Cas.
Now, most noble Brutus,
The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may,
Lovers, in peace, lead on our days to age!
But since the affairs of men rest ^note still uncertain,
Let's reason with the worst that may befal.
If we do lose this battle, then is this
The very last time we shall speak together:
What are14Q1048 you then determined to do?

Bru.
Even by the rule of that philosophy,
By which ^note 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 term of ^note life:—arming myself with patience,
To stay the providence of some high powers,
That govern us below.

Cas.
Then, if we lose this battle,

You are contented to be led in triumph
Thorough the streets of Rome?

Bru.
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 ^note of March begun;
And, whether we shall meet again, I know not.
Therefore our everlasting farewel take:
For ever, and for ever, farewel, Cassius!
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;
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!
But it sufficeth, that the day will end,
And then the end is known.—Come, ho; away. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. The Field of Battle. Alarums, as of a Battle join'd. Enter Brutus, and Messala.

Bru.
Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these † bills
Unto the legions on the other side:
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. SCENE III. Another Part of the Field. Alarums. 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. 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 yon' troops are friend or enemy.

Tit.
I will be here again, even with a thought. [Exit Titinius.

Cas.
Go, Pindarus, get thither on ^note that hill;14Q1049
My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius,
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. [within.]
O my lord!

Cas.
What news?

Pin. [within.]
Titinius is enclosed round about
With horsemen, that make to him on the spur;—

Yet he spurs on.—Now they are almost on him:—
Titinius!—Now ^note some light:—O, he lights too:—
He's ta'en; and, hark, they shout for joy. [Shout.

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! Re-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 free-man; 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. 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; ^note
The sun of ^note 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 shew to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? Error ^note, soon conceiv'd,
Thou never com'st unto a happy birth,
But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee.

Tit.
Why, Pindarus ^note! 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 envenom'd, ^note
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,
As tidings of this sight.

Tit.
Hye you, Messala,
And I will seek for Pindarus the while. [Exit Messala.
Why did'st 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? Did'st 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. [dies. Re-enter Messala, with Lucilius, Brutus, young Cato, and Others.

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

Mes.
Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it.

Bru.
Titinius' face is upward.

y. C.
He is slain.

Bru.
O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet;
Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords
In our own proper entrails.

y. C.
Brave Titinius!—
Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius!

Bru.
Are yet two Romans living such as these?—
Thou last ^note 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 ^note send his body;
His funeral ^note shall not be in our camp,
Lest it discomfort us.—Lucilius, come;—
And come, young Cato; let us to the field.—
Labeo, and Flavius, ^note set our battles on:—
'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night
We shall try fortune in a second fight. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field. Alarums. Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both Armies; then, Brutus, Cato, Lucilius, and Others.

Bru.
Yet, countrymen, o, yet, hold up your heads!

y. C.
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! [charges the retiring Enemy.

Bru.
And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;
Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus! [charges them in another Part, and Exit, driving them in. The Party charg'd by Cato rally, and Cato falls.

Luc.
O young and noble Cato, art thou down?
Why, now thou dy'st as bravely as Titinius;
And may'st be honour'd being Cato's son.

1. S.
Yield, or thou dy'st.

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

1. S.
We must not, sir.—A noble prisoner!

2. S.
Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en.

1. S.
I'll tell the news ^note.—Here comes the general:— Enter Antony.
Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.

Ant.
Where is he? [they show Lucilius.

Luc.
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.

Ant.
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 whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead:
And bring us word, unto ^note Octavius' tent,
How every thing is chanc'd. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Another Part of the Field. Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and Volumnius.

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

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

Bru.
Sit thee down, Clitus: Slaying is the word;
It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus. [whispering him in the ear. ^note

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. [whispers him.

Dar.
I do ^note such a deed!

Cli.
O Dardanius!

Dar.
O Clitus!

Cli.
What ill request did Brutus make to thee?

Dar.
To kill him, Clitus: Look, he meditates.

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

Bru.
Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.

Vol.
What says my lord?

Bru.
Why, this, Volumnius:
The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me
Two several times by night: at Sardis, once;

And, this last night, here in Philippi' fields:
I know, my hour is come.

Vol.
Not so, my lord.

Bru.
Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
Thou see'st 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 pray thee,
Hold thou my sword's hilt, ^note whil'st I run on it.

Vol.
That's not an office for a friend, my lord. [Alarums still.

Cli.
Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.

Bru.
Farewel to you;—and you;—and you, Volumnius.—
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Farewel to thee too, Strato.—14Q1050 Countrymen, ^note
My heart doth joy, that yet, in all ^note 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 labour'd to attain this hour. [Alarums. Cry within, Fly, fly, fly.

Cli.
Fly, my lord, fly.

Bru.
Hence, I will follow thee. [Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius.
I pr'ythee, 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?

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

Bru.
Farewel, good Strato.—Cæsar, now be still;
I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. [runs upon his Sword, and dies. Alarums. Retreat. Enter Octavius, Antony, and their Army; Lucilius, and Messala.

Oct.
What man is that?

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

Str.
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 should be found.—I thank thee, Brutus,
That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.

Oct.
All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain them.—
Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?

Str.
Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.

Oct.
Do so, Messala ^note.

Mes.
How dy'd my master, Strato ^note?

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

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

Ant.
This was the noblest Roman of them all:
All the conspirators, save only he,
Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar;
He, only, in a general 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 up,
And say to all the world, This was a man.

Oct.
According to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect, and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lye,
Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.—
So, call the field to rest: and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day. [Exeunt.

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