Bru.
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 demeanor in Octavius' wing;
A sudden Push gives them the overthrow.
Ride, ride, Messala; let them all come down. [Exeunt. Alarum. 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 were all inclos'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 yond troops are friend or enemy.

Tit.
I will be here again, ev'n with a thought. [Exit.

Cas.
Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill,
My sight was ever thick; 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 its compass. Now, what news?

Pind. [above.]
Oh, my lord!

Cas.
What news?

Pind.
Titinius is inclosed round about
With horsemen, that make to him on the spur;
Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him;
Titinius! now some light—oh, he lights too—
He's ta'en—and hark, they shout for joy. [Shout.

Cas.
Come down, behold no more;
Oh, 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 shouldst 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 hilt;
And when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,

Guide thou the sword—Cæsar, thou art reveng'd,
Ev'n with the sword that kill'd thee.— [Kills himself.

Pind.
So, I am free; yet would not so have been,
Durst I have done my Will. Oh, Cassius!
Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
Where never Roman shall take note of him. [Exit.

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