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lor? Then to answer every man directly, and briefly, His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit. wisely, and truly. Wisely I say, I am a bachelor. And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so ;

2 Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fools that lle must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth: marty :--You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Pro A barren spiriwd fellow; one that feeds oced; directly.

On objects, arts, and imitations ; Cin. Directly, I am going to Cosar's funeral. Whichi, out of use, and stald by other men, 1 Cit. As a friend, or an enemy?

Begin his firshinn: Do not talk of bim, Cin. As a friend.

But as a property. And now, Octavins, 2 Cit. That matter is answered directly.

Listen great things. —Brutus and Cassius 4 Cit. For your dwelling ---briefly.

Are lerying powers: we must straight make head : Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the capitol.

Therefore, let our alliance be combin'd, 3 Cit. Your name, sir, truly.

Our best friends made, and our best means stretch'd Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna.

out; 1 Cit. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator. And let us presently go sit in council, Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet

How covert matters may be best disclos'd, 4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his And open perils surest answered. bad verses.

Oct. Let us do so; for we are at the stake, 2 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinta ; pluck but And bay'd about with many enemies; his name out of his heart, and turn him going. And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear, 3 Cit. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, ho! fire Millions of mischief.

[Exeunt. brands. To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca’s; some to Ligari- SCENE II.-Before Brutus's Tent, in the Camp near us':-away; go.


Sardis. Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, Lucius,
and Soldiers : Titinius and Pindarus meeting them.
Bru. Stand here.

Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand.

Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near?
SCEVE 1.-The same. A Room in Antony's House.

Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come Antony, Octavius, and I.epidus, seated at a table. To do you salutation from his master.

(Pindarus gives a letter to Brutus. Antony. THESE many then shall dic; their naines are

Bru. He greets me well.--Your master, Pindarus,

In his own change, or by ill officers, prick'd. 021. Your brother too must die: consent ron, Le Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand,

Hath given me sone worthy cause to wish pidus?

I shall be satisfied. Ley. I do consent.


I do not doubt, 0.4. Prick him down, Antony.

But that my noble master will appear Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live,

Such as he is, full of regard, and honour. Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony,

Bru. He is not doubted.-A word, Lucilius; Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn

How he receiv'd you, let me be resolv'd. him.

Luc. With courtesy and with respect enough: But, Lepidus, go you to Caesar's house;

But not with such familiar instances, Fetch the will hither, and we will determine

Nor with such free and friendly conference, How to cut off some charge in legacies.

As he hath us'd of o!d. Lep. What, shall I find you here?


Thou hast describd Oct.

Or here, or at The capitol.

A hot friend cooling: Ever note, Lucilius,

[Exit Lepidus. Ant. This is a slight unmeritable inan,

When love begins to sicken and decay,

It useth an enforced ceremony. Meet to be sent on errands: Is it fit,

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith:
The three-toll world divided, he should stand

But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
One of the three to share it?
So you thought hiin;

Make gallant slow and promise of their meitle : And took his voice who should be prick'd to die,

But when they should endure the bloody spur, In our black sentence and proscription.

They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades, Ant. Octavius, I have seen inore days than you:

Sink in the trial. Comes his army on? And though we lay these honours on this man,

Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarterd; To case ourselves of divers slaude-rous leads,

The greater part, the horse in general, Ile shall but bear them as the ass bears gold,

Are come with Cassius.

[March within.

Bru. To givan and sweat under the business.

Hark, he is arriv'd:Eicher led or driven, a, we point the way ;

March gently on to meet him. And having brought our treasure where we will,

Enier Cassius and Soldiers. Then take we dowu his load, and turn him ofl,

Stand, ho! like to the empty ais, to shahe his ears,

Bru. Starxl, ho! Speak the word alung. And graze in commons.

Within. Stand). Oct.

Yon may

your w;lt;

717!hin, Stand. But he's a tries and valiant soldier.

Ilithin. Stand Ant. So is my laerse, Octavius; and, for that,

Cas. Most 1:05le brother, you have done me wrong. I do appoir:t luim store of provender.

Bru Judge me, you gods! Wroig I mine enemies? It is a crrature that I teach to fight,

Ard, if not so, how should I wrong a brother? To win!, to stop, to run directly on:

Cor Brutes, this sober form of yours hides vitongs;

pon my love

And when you do them

You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Bru.

Cassius be content, Though it do split you : for, from this day forth, Speak your griefs softly -I do know you well; I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, Before the eyes of both our armies here,

When you are waspish. Which should perceive nothing but love from us,


Is it come to this? Let us not wrangle: Bid them move away;

Bru. You say, you are a better soldier: Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs, Let it appear so; make your vaunting tme, And I will give you audience.

And it sball please me well: For mine own part, Cas.


I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Bid our commanders lead their charges off

Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong De A little from this ground.

Brutus ;
Bru. Lucilius, do the like; and let no man

I said, an elder soldier, not a better ;
Come to our tent, till we have done our conference. Did I say, better?
Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. [Exeunt. Bru.

If you did, I care not

Cas. When Cæsar liv'd, he durst not thus bere SCENE III.-Within the Tent of Brutus. Lucius

moy'd me. and Titinius at some distance from it. Enter Bru

Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so lave tempted tus and Cassius.

him. Cas. That you have wrongd me, cloth appear in this: Cas. I durst not? You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella,

Bru. No. For taking bribes here of the Sardians ;

Cas. What, durst not tempt him? Wherein, my letters, praying on his side,


For your life you dunst Dot Because I knew the man, were slighted off.

Cas. Do not presume too much Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a case.

I may do that I shall be sorry for. Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet

Bru. You have done that you should be sorry fot. That every nice offence should bear his comment.

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats ; Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm ; That they pass by me, as the idle wind, To sell and mart your offices for gold,

Which I respect not. I did send to you To undeservers.

For certain sums of gold, which you denied me;Cas. I an itching palm?

For I can raise no money by vile means: You know, that you are Brutus that speak this, By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption, From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

By any indirection. I did send Cas. Chastisement !

To you for gold to pay my legions, Bru. Remember Mareh, the ides of March remem Which you denied me: Was that done like Carita? ber!

Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so? Did not great Julius bleed for justice sake?

When Marcus Brutus grow's so covetous, What villain touch'd his body, that did stab),

To lock such rascal counters from his friends, And not for justice? What, shall one of us,

Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,
That struck the foremost man of all this world, Dash him to pieces.
But for supporting roblers ; shall we now


I denied you not Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ?

Brut. You did. And sell the mighty space of our large honours,


I did not :- he was but a fool For so much trash, as may be grasped thus ? That brought my answer back.–Brutus hath ririn I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,

heart: Than such a Roman.

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
Brutus, bay not me;

But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,

Bru. I do not, till you practise them ou me. To ledge me in; I am a soldier, I,

Cas. You love me not. Older in practice, abler than yourself


I do not like your faults. To make conditions.

Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults. Bru.

Go to ; you're not, Cassius. Bru. A fatterer's would not, though they do appear Cas. I am.

As huge as luigh Olympus. Bru. I say, you are not.

Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, cock, Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself";

Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further. For Cassius is aweary of the world : Bru. Away, slight man!

Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother; Cas. Is t possible?

Check'd like a bondman : all his faults observed, Bru.

Hear me, for I will speak. Set in a note book, learn'd, and conn'd be note, Must I give way and room to your rash choler? To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares ?

My spirit from mine eyes !-"There is my dagger, Cas. O ye gods! ye gods! Must I endure all this? And here my naked breast; within, a heart Bru. All this? ay, more: Fret, till your proud heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer thau gol! : break;

If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are,

I, thac denied thee gold, will give my heart: Anul make your boudmen tremble. Must I budge? Strike, as thou didst at Cæsar; for, I know, Must I observe you ? Must I stand and crouch When thou didst hate him worst, thou loride bir Uuder your testy humour? By the gods,


Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius.

-In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius. [Drinks. Brila

Sheath your dagger: Cas. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge:-
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup;
Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love. [Drinks.
O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb

Reenter Titinius with Messala.
That carries anger, as the fint bears fire;
Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,

Bru. Come in, Titinius:-Welcome, good Messala.And straight is cold again.

Now sit we close about this taper here,
Hath Cassius liv'd

And call in question our necessities.
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,

Cas. Portia, art thou gone? When gries, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him?


No more, I pray you. Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.

Messala, I have here received letters,
Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand That young Octavius, and Mark Antony,
Bru. And my heart too.

Come down upon us with a mighty power,
O Brutus ! -

Bending their expedition toward Philippi.

What's the matter? Mes. Myself have letters of the self-same tenor. Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, Bru. With what addition? When that rash humour, which my mother gave me,

Mes. That by proscription, and bills of outlawry, Makes me forgetful?

Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus, Bru.

Yes, Cassius; and, henceforth, Have put to death an hundred senators. When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,

Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree; He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.

Mine speak of seventy senators, that died

[Noise within. || By their proscriptions, Cicero being one. Peet. [Within.] Let me go in to see the generals ;

Cas. Cicero one? There is some grudge between them, 'uis not meet


Ay, Cicero is dead, They be alone.

And by that order of proscription. Luc. [Within.] You shall not come to them.

Had you your letters from your wife, my lord ?
Poct. (Within.] Nothing but death shall stay me.

Bru. No, Messala.
Enter Poet.

Mes. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her ?

Bru. Nothing, Messala. Cas. How now? What's the matter?

Mes. That, methinks, is strange. Poct. For shame, you generals ; what do you mean?

Bru. Why ask you ? Hear you aught of her in yours? Love, and be friends, as two such men should be?

Mes. No, my lord. For I have seen more years, I am sure, than ye.

Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. Cas. Ha, ha; how vilely doth this cynic rhyme!

Mcs. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell : Bru. Get you hence, sirrah; skuey fellow, hence.

For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. Cas. Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his shion.

Bru. Why, farewell, Portia.-We must die, Messala : Bru. I'll know his humour, when he knows his time:

With meditating that she must die once, What should the wars do with these jiggling fools ?

I bave the patience to endure it now. Companion, hence.

Mes. Even so great men great losses should endure. Cas. Away, away, be gone.

Cas. I have as much of this in art as you,
[Exit Poet.

But yet my nature could not bear it so.
Enter Lucilius and Titinius.

Bru. Well, to our work alive. What do you think
Bru. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders Of marching to Philippi presently?
Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.

Cas. I do not think it good.
Cos. And come yourselves, and bring Messala with Bru. Your reason?

Cas. This it is:
Immediately to us. [E.reunt Lucilius and Titinius. "Tis better, that the enemy seek us :
Lucius, a bowl of wine.

So shall we waste his means, weary his soldiers,
Cas. I did not think, you could have been so angry. Doing himself offence ; whilst we, lying still,
Bru. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.

Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness. Cas. Of your philosophy you make no use,

Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to bet.

ter. If you give place to accidental evils.

Bru. No map bears sorrows better :-Portia is dead. The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground,
Cas. Ha! Portia ?

Do stand but in a fore'd affection;
Bru. She is dead.

For they have grudg'd us contribution :
Cas. How seapd I killing, when I cross'd you so ?- The enemy, marching along by them,
O insupportable and touching loss !

By them shall make a fuller nunnber up,
Upon what sickness ?

Come on refresh’d, new-added, and encouragd;

Impatient of my absence ; From which advantage shall we cut him off,
And grief, that young Octavius with Mark Antony If at Philippi we do face bim there,
Have made themselves so strong ;-for with her death These people at our back.
That tidings came ;-With this she fell distract,


Hear me, good brother. And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire.

Bru. Under your pardon --You must note beside, Car. And died so?

That we have tried the utmost of our friends, Bru. Even so.

Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe; Cas. O ye immortal gods !

The enemy increaseth every day, Enter Lucius, with wine and tapers. We, at the height, are ready to decline. Bru. Speak no more of her.-Give me a bowl of || There is a ride in the affairs of men, wine :

Which, takeu at the flood, leads on to fortune;

Omitted, all the voyage of their life

Enter the Ghost of Cæsar. Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.

How ill tliis laper burns !--Ha! who comes here? On such a full sea are we now afloat;

I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes, And we must take the current when it serves, That shapes this monstrous apparition. Or lose our ventures.

It comes upon me:-Art thou any thing? Cas.

Then, with your will, go on; Art thou some god, some angel, or sume devil, We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi. That mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to stare?

Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk, Speak to me, what thou art. And nature must obey neccssity;

Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. Which we will niggard with a little rest.


Why coun'st thou? There is no more to say ?

Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt set me at Philippi. Cas.

No more. Good night; Bru. Well; Early to-morrow will we rise, and bence.

Then I shall see thee again? Bru. Lucius, my gown. [Exit Luc.] Farewell, good Ghost.

Ay, 'at Philippi. (Ghost ranishes. Messala;

Bri.. Why, I will see the at Philippi theb.Good night, Titinius :-Noble, noble Cassius,

Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest : Good night, and good repose.

Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.Cas.

O my dear brother! Boy! Lucius !-Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! This was an ill-beginning of the night:

Claudius ! Never come such division 'tween our souls !

Luc. The strings, my lonl, are false. Let it not, Brutus.

Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instrumentBru. Every thing is well.

Lucius, awake. Cas. Good night, my lord.

Luc. My lord ! Bru.

Good night, good brother. Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criadst Tit. Mes. Good night, lord Brutus.

out? Bru.

Farewell, every one. Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did ery.

[E.reunt Cas. Tit. and Mes. Bru. Yes, that thou didst : Didst thou see any thing? Re-enter Lucius, with the Goron.

Luc. Nothing, my lord. Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument ?

Bru. Sleep again, Lucius.—Sirrah, Claudius !

Fellow thou ! awake. Luc. Here in the tent.

Var. My lord. Bru.

What, thou speak'st drowsily? Poor knave, I blame thee not; Uou art o'erwatch'd.

Clau. My lonl. Call Claudius, and some other of my men;

Bru. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your skep? I'll have them sleep on cushions in my teit.

Var. Clau. Did we, my lord?

Bru. Luc. Varro, and Claudius!

Ay; Saw you any thing?

l'nr. No, my loril, I saw nothing. Enter Varro and Claudius.


Nor I, my lord Var. Calls my lord ?

Bru. Go and commend me to my brother Cassies ; Bru. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent, and sleep; Bilbis set on his powers batimes before, It may be, I shall raise you by and hy

Anne vill follow, On business to my brother Cassius.

Bar, Clau. It shall be done, my lord. [Exeunt. Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch your

pleasure. Bru. I will not have it so; lie down, good sirs;

ACT V. It may be, I shall otherwise betlisik ne. Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so ; SCENE. 1.- The Plains of Philippi. Enter Octavias, I put it in the pocket of my gown. (Serrnnes lie down.

Antony, and their Armij. Luc. I was sure, your lordship did not give it me.

Octaius. Bru.. Bear with me, good boy, I ain much furgetful.

NOW, Antony, our hopes are answered:
Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,

You said, the enemy would not come down,
And touch thy instrument a strain or two?
Luc. Ay, my lord, an it please you.

But keep the hills and upper regions :

It does, my boy:

It proves not so: their battles are at hand; I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.

They mean to warn us at Philippi bere,

Answering before we do demand of them.
Luc. It is my duty, sir.
Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might

Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
I know, young bloods look for a time of rest.

Wherefore they do it: they could be content

To visit other places; and come down
Luc. I have slept, my lord, already.

With fearful bravery, thinking by this face,
Bru. It is well done; and thou shalt sleep again ;
I will not hold thee long: if I do live,

To fasten in our thouglits that they have courage ;

But 'tis not so. I will be good to thee.

[Music, and a song. This is a sleepy tune :-O murd'rous slumber!

Enter a Messenger. Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my buy,


Prepare you, generals:
That plays thee music?-Gentle knave, good night ; The enemy comes on in gallant show:
I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee. Tveir bloodly sign of battle is hung out.
If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrunent; Aud something to be done in neediately.
I'II tahe it from thee; and, good boy, goud night. Ant. Oetavius, lead your battle soldy on,
Let me see, let me see ;-Is vot the leaf turn'd down, l'pon the life hand of the even field.
Where I left reading ? Here it is, I think.

Ott. Upon the right hand I. keep thou the ken. [lle si's down. An'. Wły do you cross me in this exigut?

Oct. I do not cross you; but I will do so. [March. || Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala :
Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their Army: Li-

Be thou my witness, that, against my will,
cilius, Titinins, Messala, and others.

As Pompey was, am I compelld to set

Upon one battle all our liberties. Bru. They stand, and would have parley.

You know, that I held Epicurus strong, Cas. Stand fast, Titinius: We must out and talk.

And his opinion : now I change my mind, Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?

And partly credit things that do presage. Ant. No, Cæsar, we will answer on their charge.

Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign Make forth, the generals would have some words.

Two mighty eagles fell; and there they perehd, Oct. Stir not until the signal.

Gorging and fevding from our soldicra' lands; Bru. Words before blows: Is it so, countrymen?

Who to Philippi here consorted us; Oct. Not that we love worils better, as you do.

This morning are they fled away, and gone; Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes, Oc.

And in their steads, do ravens, crows, and kites, tavius.

Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us, Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good as we were sickly prey; their shadows seem words;

A canopy most fatal, under which Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart,

Our army lies, realy to give up the ghost. Crying, Long live ! hail, Cæsar !

Mes. Believe not so. Cas.



I but believe it partly; The posture of your blows are yet unknown;

For I am fresh of spirit, and resolva But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,

To meet all perils very constantly. And leave them honeyless.

Bru. Even


Not stingless too.


Now, most noble Brutus, Bru. O, yes, and soundless too ;

The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may, For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,

Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age! And, very wisely, threat before you sting.

But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain, Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers || Let's reason with the worst that may befall. Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar:

If we do lose this battle, then is this You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like

The very last time we shall speak together: hounds, And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet;

What are you then determined to do?

Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind,

By which I did blame Cato for the death Struck Cæsar on the neck. O flatterers !

Which be did give himself:-I know not how, Cas. Flatterers !-Now, Brutus, thank yourself:

But I do find it cowardly and vile, This tongue had not offended so to-day,

For fear of what might fall, so to prevent If Cassius might have ruld.

The time of life ;-arining myself with patience, Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing make us

To stay the providence of some high powers, sweat,

That govern us below. The proof of it will turn to redder drops.

Cas. Then, if we lose this battle,

You are contented to be led in triumph I draw a sword against conspirators;

Thorough the streets of Rome? When think you that the sword goes up again

Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman, Never, till Cæsar's three and twenty wounds

That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; Be well aveng'd; or till another Caesar

He bears too great a mind. But this same day Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.

Must end that work, the ides of March begun; Brul. Caesar, thou canst pot die by traitors,

And whether we shall meet again, I know not. Unless thou bring'st them with thee.

Therefore our everlasting farewell take :Oct.

So I hope;

For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius ! I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.

If we do meet again, why we shall smile; Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,

If not, why then this parting was well made. Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable.

Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus! Cos. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour,

If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed; Join'd with a masker and a reveller.

If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made. Ant. Old Cassius still !

Bru. Why then, lead on.-0, that a man might know Oct. Come, Antony; away.

The end of this day's business, ere it come! Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth ;

But it sufficeth, that the day will end, If you dare fight to-day, come to the field ;

And then the end is known.-Come, ho! away! If not, when you have stomachs.

[Exeunt, [Exeunt Octavius, Antony, and their army. Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; and

SCENE II.-The same. The Field of Battle. Ala. swim, bark!

rum. Enter Brutus and Messala. The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. Bru. Ho!

Bru, Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills Lucilius; hark, a word with you.

Unto the legions on the other side : [Loud alarum, Luc.

Let them set on at once ; for I perceive [Brutus and Lucilius converse apart. But cold demeanoar in Octavius' wing, Cas. Messala,

And sduden push gives them the overthrow.
What says my general ?

Ride, ride, Messala; let them all come down. (Excunt a

Messala, This is my birth day; as this very day


My lord.


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