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 lyes upon the ground?

Tit.
He lyes not like the living. Oh my heart!

Mes.
Is not that he?

Tit.
No, this was he, Messala,
But Cassius is no more! Oh 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.
Oh hateful Error, Melancholy's child!
Why dost thou shew to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? 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 invenomed
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 Mess.
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 ev'ry 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. [Stabs himself.
Come Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. [Dies.

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