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The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
Bru. No, Cassius, no; think not, thou noble Ro
man, That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; He bears too great a mind. But this same day Must end that work the ides of March begun; And whether we shall meet again, I know not; Therefore our everlasting farewell take ; For ever, and for ever, farewell, 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, farewell, Brutus ! If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed ; If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made. Bru. Why then, lead on. Oh that a man might know The end ofthis day's business, ere it come ! ~ But it sufficeth that the day will end ; And then the end is known. Come, ho, away !
Another Part of the Field of Battle.
Enter Brutus and Trebonius.
Bru. Haste, haste, Trebonius, haste, and move 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; Haste, haste, Trebonius; let them all come down.
Enter Cassius and Casca.
Cas. O look, good Casca, look, the villains fly!
Casca. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early;
Find. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off.
Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, my
Casca. They are, my lord.
Cas. Casca, if thou lov'st me,
Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him,
Casca. I will be here again, ev'n with a thought.
Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill,
Pind. [Above.] Oh, my lord!
Cas. What news?
Pind. Casca is inclosed round about
Now, Casca, now! some'light oh, he'lights too—
He's ta'en—and hark, they shout for joy! [Shout.
Cas. Come down, behold no more;
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 Caesar'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—Caesar, thou art reveng'd,
Ev'n with the sword that kill'd thee
[Kills himself.—Exit Pindarus. Enter Trebonius and Casca.
Tre. It is but change, good Casca: for Octavius Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power, As Cassius' legions are by Antony.
Casca. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
Tre. Where did you leave him?
Casca. All disconsolate,
Tre. Is not that he that lies upon the ground?
Casca. He lies not like the living. Oh my heart I
Tre. Is not that he?
Casca. No, this was he, Trebonius; 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.
Tre. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
Casca. What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus?
Tre. Seek him, whilst I go meet the noble Brutus, With tidings of this sight.
Casca. Hie you, Trebonius,
By your leave, gods This is a Roman's part.
[Stabs himself. Alarum.
Enter Brutus, Trebonius, Decius, Cinna, and
Bru. Where, where, Trebonius, doth his body lie?
Tre. Lo, yonder, and Casca mourning it.
Bru. Casca's face is upward.
Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears
Field at PhiMppi.
Enter several Soldiers, with Trebonius Prisoner, meeting Antony.
1 Sold. Here comes the general: Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.
Ant. Where is he?
Tre. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough.
Ant. This is not Brutus, friend, but I assure you