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SCENE III.-The same. Another Part of the Field. Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart!
Alarum. Enter Cassius and Titinius.

Mes. Is not that he ?

No, this was he, Messala,
Cas. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!

But Cassius is no more.-0 setting sun! Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy:

As in thy red rays thou dost sink to night, This ensign here of mine was turning back;

So in his red blood Cassius' day is set ; I slew the coward, and did take it from him.

The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone ; Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early:

Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done! Who having some advantage on Octavius,

Mistriest of my success hath done this deed. Took it too eagerly; his soldiers fell to spoil,

Mes. Mistrust of good success bath done this deed.
Whilst we by Antony are all enclos I.

O hateful error, melancholy's child!
Enter Pindarus.

Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off"; The things that are not? O error, soon conceivd,
Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord !

Thou never com'st unto a happy birth,
Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.

But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee.
Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius; Tit. What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus ?
Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire ?

Mes. Seck him, Titinius : whilst I go to meet
Tit. They are, my lord.

The noble Brutus, thrusting this report Cas.

Titinius, if thou lov'st me, Into his ears : I may say, thrusting it; Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him, For piercing steel, and darts envenomed, Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops, Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus, And here again; that I may rest assurd,

As tidings of this sight. Whether yond' troops are friend or enemy.


Hie you, Messala,
Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. (Exit. || And I will seek for Pindarus the while. [Ertt Mes
Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill:

Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
My sight was ever thick ; regard Titinius,

Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they And tell me what thou not 'st about the field.

Put on my brows this wreath of victory,

(Exit Pindarus. And bid me give't thee? Didst thou not bear their This day I breathed first : time is come round,

shouts ? And where I did begin, there I shall end;

Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing.
My life is run his compass.-Sirrah, what news? But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow ;
Pin. (Above.] O my lord !

Thy Brutus bid me give it thce, and I
What news ?

Will do his bidding.–Brutus, come apace,

Titinius is

And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.Enclosed round about with horsemen, that

By your leave, gods :- This is a Roman's part: Make to him on the spur; Yet he spurs on.

Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. (Dics. Now they are almost on him ; now, Titinius !

Alarum. Re-enter Messala, with Brutus, young Cat Now some 'light :-0, he 'lights too :--He's ta'en ;

Strato, Volumnius, and Lucilius. and, hark !


Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?
They shout for joy.

Mes. Lo, yonder ; and Titinius mourning it.
Come down, behold no more.-

Bru. 'Titinius' face is upward. 0, coward that I am, to live so long,


He is slain.
To see my best friend ta'en before my face !-

Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet!
Re-enter Pindarus.

Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords
Come hither, sirrah :

In our own proper entrails.

(Low alarums. In Parthia did I take thee prisoner;


Brave Titinius. And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,

Look, whe'r he have not crownd dead Cassius! That whatsoever I did bid thee do,

Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these?
Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!

It is impossible, that ever Rome
Now be a freeman ; and, with this good sword, Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more tears
That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this bosom. To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.-
Stand not to answer: Here, take thou the hilts; I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time-
And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,

Come, therefore, and to Thassos send his body;
Guide thou the sword.-Cæsar, thou art reveng'd,

His funeral shall not be in our camp,
Even with the sword that kill'd thee. [Dies.

Lest it discomfort us.-Lucilius, come ;-
Pin. So, I am free ; yet would not so bave been, And come, young Cato; let us to the field.-
Durst I have done my will. O Cassius!

Labeo, and Flavius, set our battles on :-
Far from this country Pindarus shall run,

'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night Where never Roman shall take note of him. [Erit.

shall I try fortune in a second fight.

(Exeunte Re-enter Titinius, with Messala.

SCENE 17.- Another Part of the field. Alarum. Mes. It is but change, Titinius ; for Octavius Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both Armies; then BruIs overthrown by noble Brutus' power,

tus, Cato, Lucilius, and others. As Cassius' legions are by Antony.

Brui. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads! Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius, Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me? Mes. Where did you leave him?

I will proclaim my name about the field :Tit.

All disconsolate, I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho !
With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

A foc to tyrants, and my country's friend;
Mes. Is not that be, that lies upon the ground? I am the son of Marcus Cató, ho! (Charges tire enciny.

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Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;

Even for that our love of old, I pray thee, Brutus, my country's friend ; know me for Brutus.

Hold thou my sword hilts, whilst I run on it. [Exit charging the enemy. Cato is overpowered, Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. and falls.

[Alarum still. Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius :

Bru. Farewell to you ;-and you ;--and you, VolumAnd may'st be honour'd being Cato's son.

nius. 1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest.

-Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; Luc.

Only I yield to die: Farewell to thee too, Strato.- Countrymen, There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life,

[Offering money I found no man, but he was true to me. Kin Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.

I shall have glory by this losing day, 1 Sold. We must not.-A noble prisoner!

More than Octavius, and Mark Antony, 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony Brutus is ta'en.

By this vile conquest shall attain unto. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news.-Here comes the general: So, fare you well at once ; for Brutus' tongue Enter Antony.

Hath almost ended his life's history: Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.

Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, Ant. Where is he?

That have but labour'd to attain this hour. Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough:

[Alarum. Cry within ; Fly, fly, fly. I dare assure thee, that no enemy

Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:


Hence; I will follow thee. The gods defend him from so great a shame!

[Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius. When you do find him, or alive, or dead,

I proythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord : He will be found like Brutus, like himself.

Thou art a fellow of a good respeet ; Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe, Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face, Give him all kindness: I had rather have

While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato ? Such men my friends, than enemies. Go on,

Stra. Give me your hand first: Fare you well, my And see whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead :

lord. And bring us word, unto Octarius' tent,

Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cæsar, now be still; How every thing is chanc'd.

[Excunt. I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.

[He runs on his sword, and dies. SCENE V.- Another Part of the Field. Enter Bru

Alarum. Retreat. Enter Octavius, Antony, Messala, tus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and Volumnius.

Lucilius, and their Army. Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. Oct. What man is that?

Cli. Statilius sbow'd the torch-light; but, my lord, Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy master? He eame not back; he is or ta'en, or slain.

Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala ; Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: Slaying is the word; The conqueror's can but make a fire of him; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.

For Brutus only overcame himself,

[Whispering. And no man else hath honour by his death. Cli. What, 1, my lord ? No, not for all the world. Luc. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Bru. Peace then, no words.

Brutus, Cli.

I'll rather kill myself. That thou hast provid Lucilius' saying true. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius ! [Whispers him. Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain them. Dar.

I do such a deed ? Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Cli. O, Dardanius!

Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. Dar. O, Clitus!

Oct. Do so, Messala. Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? Mes.

How died my master, Strato? Dar. To kill him, Clitus: Look, he meditates. Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief,

Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That it runs over even at his eyes.

That did the latest service to my master. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius : list a word. Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all: Vol. What says my lord ?

All the conspirators, save only he, Bru.

Why, this, Volumnius: Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar; The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me

He, only, in a general honest thought, Two several times by night: at Sardis, once;

And common good to all, made one of them. And, this last night, here in Philippi' fields.

His life was gentle ; and the elements
I know, my hour is come.

So mix'd in him, that nature might stand up,
Not so, my lord.

And say to all the world, This was a man !
Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.

Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,
Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; With all respect, and rites of burial.
Our enemies bave beat us to the pit :

Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,

Most like a soldier, order'd honourably. Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, So, call the field to rest : and let's away, Thou know'st, that we two went to school together; To part the glories of this happy dar. [Exeunt.



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SCENE 1.- Alexandria. A Room in Cleopatra's Pal

ace Enter Demetrius and Philo.


NAY, but this dotage of our general's

O'erfiows the measure : those his goodly eyes,
That o'er the files and musters of the war
Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn,
The office and devotion of their view
Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,
Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst
The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper;
And is become the bellows, and the fan,
To cool a gipsy's lust. Look, where they come!
Flourish. Enter Antony and Cleopatra, with their

Trains; Eunuchs fanning her.
Take but good note, and you shall see in him
The triple pillar of the world transform’d
Into a strumpet's fool : behold and see.

Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much.
Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be reck-

on'd. Cleo. I'll set a bourn how far to be belor'd. Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.

Enter an Attendant.
Att. News, my good lord, from Rome.

Grates me :-The sum.
Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony:
Fulvia, perchance, is angry; Or, who knows
If the scarce-bearded Cæsar have not sent
His powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this ;
Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that ;
Perform't, or else we damn thee.
Ant, How, my love!

Cleo. Perchance,-nay, and most like, You must not stay here longer, your dismission Is come from Cæsar; therefore hear it, Antony. Where's Fulvia's process ? Cæsar's, I would say?

Both ?Call in the messengers.-As I am Egypt's queen, Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine Is Cæsar's homager: else so thy cheek pays shame, When shrill-tongu'd Fulvia scolds.—The messengers.

Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt! and the wide arch
of the rang'd empire fall! Here is my space;
Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike
Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life
Is, to do thus ; when such a mutual pair, [Embracing
And such a twain can do't, in which, I bind
On pain of punishment, the world to weet,
We stand up peerless.

Excellent falsehood!
Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love ber?
I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony
Will be himself.

But stirrid by Cleopatra.-
Now, for the love of Love, and her soft hours,
Let's not confound the time with conference harsh :
There's not a minute of our lives should stretch
Without some pleasure now: What spout tonight?

Cleo. Hear the ambassadors.

Fye, wrangling queen!
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; wbose every passion fully strives
To make itself, in thee, fair and admir'd!
No messenger; but thine and all alone,
To-night, we'll wander through the streets, and note
The qualities of people. Come, my queen ;
Last night you did desire it :-Speak not to us.

[Exeunt Ant. and Cleo. with their train, Dem. Is Cæsar with Antonius priz’d so slight? Phi, Sir, sometimes, when he is oot Antony,


He comes too short of that great property

Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune betWhich still should go with Antony.

ter than I, where would you choose it? Dem.

I'm full sorry,

Iras. Not in my husband's nose. That he approves the common liar, who

Char. Our worser thoughts beavens mend! Alexis, Thus speaks of him at Rome: But I will hope -cone, his fortune, his fortune.-0. let him marry a Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy! woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I bestech ther! And

[Exeunt. | let her die too, and give him a worse! and let worse SCENE 11.-The same.

follow worse, till the worst of all follow him laughing Another Room. Einler

to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold ! Good Isis, liear me Charmian, Iras, Alexas, and a Soothsayer.

this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more Char. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing i weight: good Isis, I beseech thee! Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where's the sooth

Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the sayer that you praised so to the queen? O, that I knew

people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to see a handsome this husband, which, you say, must change his horns

man loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorrow to behold a with garlands !

foul knave uncuckolded ; Therefore, dear Isis, key Alex, Soothsayer.

decorum, and fortune him accordingly! Sooth. Your will ?

Char. Amen. Char. Is this the man ?-Is't you, sir, that know

Alex. Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to make me things?

a cuckold, they would make themselves whores, but Sooth. In nature's infinite book of


they'd do't. A little I can read.

Eno. Hush ! here comes Antony.
Show him your hand.

Char. Not he, the queen.
Enter Enobarbus.

Enter Cleopatra.
Eno. Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough,

Cleo. Saw you my lord ? Cleopatra's health to drink.

Eno. No, lady. Char. Good sir, give me good fortune.

Cleo. Was he not here?
Sooth. I make not, but foresee.

Char. No, madam.
Char. Pray then, foresee me one.
South. You shall be yet far fairer than you are.

Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth; but on the studden Char. He means, in flesh.

A Roman thought hath struck him.-Enobarbus,

Eno. Madam.
Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old.
Chur. Wrinkles forbid !

Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither. Where's A

lexas? Alex. Vex not Iris prescience; be attentive.

Alcx. Here, maslam, at your service--My lord apo Char, Hash! Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than beloved.

proaches. Char. I had rather heat my liver with drinking.

Enter Antony, with a Messenger and Attendants. Aler. Nay, bear him.

Cleo. We will not look upon him: Go with us. Char. Good now, some excellent fortune! Let me

(Earunt Cleo. Enob. Ales. Iras, Char. Soethsay be marrial to three kings in a forenoon, and widow

er, and Attendants. them all: let me bave a child at fifty, to whom Herod Mes. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field. of Jewry may do homage: find me to marry me with Ant. Against my brouier Lueius? Octavius Cæsar, and companion me with my mistress. Mes, Ay:

Sooth. You shall outlive the lady whom you serve. But soon that war had end, and the time's state Char. O excellent! I love long life better than figs. Made friends of them, jointing their force 'gainst Cz: Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer former

sar; fortune

Whose better issue in the war, from Italy, Than that which is to approach.

Upon the first encounter, drave them.
Char. Then, belike, my children shall have no names:

Prythee, how many boys and wenches must I have? What worst?
Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb,

Mes. The nature of bad news infects the teller. And fertile every wish, a million.

Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward-Ou: Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch.

Things, that are past, are done, with me. Tis thus; Alex. You think, none but your sheets are privy to Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death,

I hear him as he flatter'd. Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers.


Labienus Aler. We'll know all our fortiones.

(This is stiff news,) hath, with his Parthian force, Eno. Minu, and most of our fortunes, to-night, shall Extended Asia from Euphrates ; be-drunk to bed.

His conquering banner shook, from Syria Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing To Lydia, and to Ionia ; whilst, else.

Ant. Antony, thou wouldst say, Char. Even as the o'ertlowing Nilus presageth fam Mes. ine.

Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general Iras. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay. tongue;

Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prog- Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome: nostication, I cannot seratch mine ear.-Pr’ythee, tell Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase ; and taunt iny faults her but a work y-day fortune.

With such full license, as both truth and malice Sooth. Your fortunes are alike.

Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds Iras. But how, but how? give me particulars. When our quick winds lie still; and our ills told us, Syoth. I have said.

Is as our earing. Fare three well a while. Iras. Am I not an inch of fortuue better than she? Mcs. At your voble pleasure.


your wishes.

O, my lord!

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