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 prefage.
Coming from Sardis, on our foremost enfign
Two mighty eagles fell; and there they perch'd;
Gorging and feeding from our foldiers' 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 fhadows feem
A canopy most fatal, under which

Our army lies ready to give the ghost.
Mef. Believe not fo.

Caf. I but believe it partly;

For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd
To meet all peril very conftantly.
Bru. Even fo, Lucilius.

Caf. Now, Moft Noble Brutus,

The gods to-day ftand friendly, that we may,
Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!
But fince th' affairs of men reft ftill uncertain,
Let's reafon with the worst that may befal.
If we do lofe 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; ***t arming myself with patience, To tay 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?

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Bru, No, Caffius, no; think not, thou Noble Ro"That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; [man,

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

'He bears too great a mind.

But this fame day Muft end that work the ides of March begun. ' And whether we shall meet again, I know not: 'Therefore our everlasting farewel take; 'For ever, and for ever, farewel, Caffius ! 'If we do meet again, why, we fhall fmile; If not, why, then this parting was well made. Caf. For ever, and for ever, farewel, Brutus ! If we do meet again, we'll fmile 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 fufficeth, that the day will end;

And then the end is known. Come, ho, away. [Exe.

SCENE IV, Alarum. Enter Brutus and Meffala.

Bru. Ride, ride, Meffala; ride, and give thefe bills Unto the legions on the other fide. [Loud alarum. Let them fet on at once; for I perceive But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing; A fudden push gives them the overthrow.

Ride, ride, Meffala; let them all come down. [Exeunt
Alarum. Enter Caffius and Titinius.

Caf. O look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
Myfelf have to mine own turned enemy;
This enfign here of mine was turning back,
1 flew the coward, and did take it from him.
Tit. O Caffius, Brutus gave the word too early;
Who, having fome advantage on Octavius,
Took it too eagerly; his foldiers fell to spoil,
Whilft 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 Caffius, fly far off.

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

Tit. They are, my Lord.

Caf. Titinius, if thou lov't me,

Mount thou my horfe, and hide thy fpurs in him.

Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops,
And here again; that I may reft affur'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 fhall I end;

My life is run its compafs. Now, what news!
Pind. [above]. Oh, my Lord !

Caf. What news?

Pind. Titinius is inclofed round about
With horfemen, that make to him on the fpur;
Yet he fpurs on. Now they are almost on him ;
Titinius now fome light-oh, he lights too-
He's ta'en and hark, they fhout for joy.

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

Enter Pindarus,

Come hither, firrah.

In Parthia did I take thee prifoner ;

And then I fwore thee, faving of thy life,
That whatfoever I did bid thee do,

[Shout,

Thou should'it attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath,
Now be a freeman; and, with this good fword
That ran through Cæfar's bowels, fearch this bosom.
Stand not to anfwer; here, take thou the hilt;
And when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,

Guide thou the fword.- Cæfar, thou art reveng'd,
Ev'n with the sword that kill'd thee

[Kills himself. Pind. So I am free; yet would not fo have been, Durft I have done my will. Oh, Caffius! Far from this country Pindarus fhall run, Where never Roman fhall take note of him.

[Exit

SCENE V. Enter Titinius and Meffala. Mef. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Is overthrown by Noble Brutus's power,

As Caffius' legions are by Antony.

Tit. These tidings will well comfort Caffius.
Mef. Where did you leave him?

Tit. All difconfolate,

With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

Mef. 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, Meffala ;

But Caffius is no more! Oh, fetting fun!
As in thy red rays thou doft fink to-night,
So in his red blood Caffius' day is fet;
The fun of Rome is fet! our day is gone;

Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done: Mistrust of my fuccefs hath done this deed.

Mef. Mistrust of good fuccefs hath done this deed. Oh hateful Error, Melancholy's child!

Why doft thou fhew to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? Error, foon conceiv'd,
Thou never com'ft unto a happy birth,

But kill ft the mother that engender'd thee,

Tit. What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus ??
Mef. Seek him, Titinius; whilft I go to meet
The Noble Brutus, thrufting this report

Into his ears: I may fay, thrusting it;
For piercing steel, and darts envenomed,
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,
As tidings of this fight.

Tit. Hie you, Meffala,

And I will feek for Pindarus the while.

[Exit Mef.

Why didit thou fend me forth, brave Caffius !
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 fhouts?
Alas, thou haft mifconftru'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 fee how I regarded Caius Caffius.

By your leave, gods-This is a Roman's part.

[Stabs himself..

Come, Caffius' fword, and find Titinius' heart. [Dies..

Alarum.

SCEN E VI.

Enter Brutus, Meffala, 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 Cæfar, thou art mighty yet! Thy fpirit walks abroad, and turns our fwords In our own proper intrails.

Cato. Brave Titinius!

[Low alarums

Look if he have not crown'd dead Caffius !

Bru. Are yet two Romans living, fuch as these?
Thou laft of all the Romans! fare thee well;
It is impoffible that ever Rome

Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears,
To this dead man, than you thall fee me pay..

I fhall find time, Caffius, I fhall find time
Come, therefore, and to Thaffos fend his body.
His funeral fhall not be in our camp,.
Left it discomfort us. Lucilius, come;
And come, young Cato; let us to the field.
Labeo and Flavius, fet our battles on..

' is three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night
We fhall try fortune in a fecond fight.

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

Bru. Yet, countrymen, oh yet, hold up your heads.. Gato. What baftard doth not? who will go with me?

I will proclaim my name about the field.

I am the fon of Marcus Cato, ho!

A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;
I am the fon of Marcus Cato, ho!

Enter foldiers, and fight.

Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus..

[Exit.