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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 prefäge.
Coming from Sardis, on our foremost enfigo
Two mighty eagles fell ; and there they perch'd;
Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands,
Who to Philippi here conforted us :
This morning are they fled away and gone,
And, in their steads, do ravenous crows and kites
Fly o'er our heads; and downward look on us,
As we were fickly prey ; their shadows feen
A canopy most fatal, under which
Our army lies ready to give the gholt.

Mes. Believe not. fo.

Caf. I but believe it partly ;
For I am fresh of fpirit, and resolv’d
To meet all peril very constantly,

Bru. Even so, Lucilius,

Caf. Now, Most Noble Brutus,
The gods to-day stand friendly, that we may,
Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age !
But since th' affairs of men rest 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 are you then determined to do?

Bru. Ev’n by the rule of that philosophy,
By which 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, fo to prevent
The time of life; *** + arming myself with patience,
To lay the providence of fome high powers,
That govern us below.

Caf. Then, if we lose this battle,
You are contented to be led in triumph
Thorough the streets of Rome!

Bru, . No, Gallius, no; think not, thou Noble Ro6. That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; [man,

+ It is evident, that, between these words and the foregoing, a sentence is dropped out to this effect, On the contrary, true courage is seen in the arming myself with patience, &c.

He bears too great a mind. But this fame day
* Must end that work the ides of March begun.
. And whether we fhall 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.

Caf. 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. [Exe, SCENE IV, Alarum. Enter Brutus and Messala.

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 1 perceive
But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing;
A sudden push gives them the overthrow.
Ride, ride, Meffala; let them all come down. Exeund

Alarum, . Enter Caflius and Titinius,
Cal. O look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
Myself have to mine own turned enemy ;
This ensign here of mine was turning back,
I flew the coward, and did take it from him.

Tit. O Caffius, Brutus gave the word too early;
Who, having some advantage on Oétavius,
Took it too eagerly; his soldiers fell to spoil,
Whilft we by Antony were all inclos'd.

Enter Pindarus.
Pin. Ply further off, my Lord, fly further off";
Mark Antony is in your tents, my Lord;
Fly therefore, Noble Callius, Aly far off,

Caf. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius, Are those my tents where I perceive the fire?

Tit. 1 hey are, my Lord.

Caf. Titinius, if tħou lov'st me,
Mount thou my horse, and hide thy fpurs 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.

Caf. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill,
My fight was ever thick; regard Titinius,
And tell me what thou not'st about the field. [Ex, Pind,
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 !
Caf. 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'er--and hark, they shout for joy. [Skoui,

Gaf. Come down, behold no more;
Oh, coward that I am, to live fo long.
To see my best friend ta'en before my face!

Enter Pindarus,
Come hither, firrah.
In Parthia did I take thee prisoner ;
And then I swore thee, faving of thy life,
That whatsoever I did bid thee do,
Thou should't attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath,
Now be a freeman ; and, with this good sword
That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this bofom.
Stand not to answer ; here, take thou the hilt;
And when my face is cover'd, now,
Guide thou the sword. Cæfar, 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, Caffius ! Far from this country Pindarus shall run, Where never Roman shall take note of him,

[Exit. SCE NE V. Enter Titinius and Meffula,

Mes. It is but change, Titinius ; for Octavius Is overthrown by Noble Brutus's power,

as 'tis

As Cassius' legions are by Antony.

Tit. These tidings will well comfort Caflius,
Mes. Where did you leave him?

Tit. All disconfolate,
With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

Mes. Is not that he that lies upon the ground ?
Tit. He lies not like the living. Oh my heart !
Mef. 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 fink to-night,
So in his red blood Caffius' day is set ;
The fun of Rome is set ! our day is gone ;
Elouds, dews, and dangers come ; our deeds are done:
Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.

Mef. Mistrust of good success hath done this. deed.. Oh hateful Error, Melancholy's child ! Why doft 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 fay, thrusting it; For piercing steel, and darts en venomed, Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus, As tidings of this fight.

Tit. Hie you, Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus. the while. [Exit Mel, Why didit thou send me forth, brave Caflius ! 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 thcu 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 wil do his bidding. Brutas, come apace ; And see how. I regarded Caius Caffius. By your leave, gods. This is a Roman's part.

[Stabs himself.. Come, Callius’ sword, and find Titinius' heart. (Diesar.

Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, young Cato, Strato,

Volumnius, and Lucilius,
Bru. Where, where, Meffala, doth his body lie?
Mef. Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.
Bru, Titinius' face is upward.
Cato. He is flain.

Bru. Oh Julius Caefar, thou art mighty yet!
Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords
In our own proper intrails. !

[Lor alarums Cato. Brave Titinius ! Look if he have not crown'd dead Caflius !

Bru.. Are yet two Romans living, such as these? Thou last of all the Romans ! fare thee well; It is impoflible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears, To this. dead man, than you l'all see me pay. . I shall find sime, Callius, I fall find time Come, therefore, and to Thallus send his body. , His funeral Thall not be in our camp, Lelt, it discomfort us. Lucilius, come; And come, young Cato; let us to the field.. Labeo and Flavius, fet our battles on. 'l is three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night We shall try fortune in a second fight. [Exeunt.

SCENE VII. The field of battle. Alarum. Enter Brutus, Meffala, Cato, Lucilius, and

Flavius. B72. Yet, countrymen, oh yet, hold up your heads.. Gato. What bastard doth not? who will


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 !

Enter foldiers, and fight,
Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, 1;
Brutus, my country's friend ; know me for Biutus..


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