ACT V MES. Is not that he that lies upon the ground? TIT. No, this was he, Messala, But Cassius is no more. As in thy red rays thou dost sink to night, The Sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone; 60 Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done! Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. MES. Mistrust of good success1 hath done this deed. Why dost thou shew to the apt thoughts of men But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee! TIT. Hie you, Messala, 70 [Exit MESSALA. 80 Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? Put on my brows this wreath of victory, And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts ? Alas, thou hast misconstrued 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 see how I regarded Caius Cassius. By your leave, Gods: this is a Roman's part: 1 a prosperous issue. 90 [kills himself. Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, Young CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS. BRU. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? BRU. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! Thy Spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords САТО. [Low alarums. Brave Titinius! Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius! Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time. And come, young Cato; let us to the field. Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on: 'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night We shall try Fortune in a second fight. 100 [exeunt. ACT V SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field. Alarum. Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both Armies; then BRU. Yet, Countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads! CATO. What bastard doth not? Who will Who will go 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! BRU. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus ! [exit. Sc. IV ACT V LUCIL. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? LUCIL. Only I yield to die: There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; ΤΟ [offering money. Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. FIRST SOLD. We must not. A noble prisoner! SEC. SOLD. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. Enter ANTONY. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my Lord. ANT. Where is he? LUCIL. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus: The Gods defend him from so great a shame! 20 30 [exeunt. SCENE V. Another Part of the Field. Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS. BRU. Come, poor Remains of Friends, rest on this CLI. Statilius shew'd the torch-light; but, my Lord, BRU. Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus. [whispers. CLI. What, I, my Lord? No; not for all the world. BRU. Peace then! no words. BRU. Hark thee, Dardanius. CLI. O Dardanius! DAR. O Clitus! I'll rather kill myself. [whispers. Shall I do such a deed? CLI. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? BRU. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. BRU. VOL. Not so, my Lord. [Low alarums. Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, [Alarum still. CLI. Fly, fly, my Lord! there is no tarrying here. So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue 30 ACT V VIII: K 73 40 ACT V Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, [Alarum. Cry within: Fly, fly, fly! CLI. Fly, my Lord, fly! BRU. Hence! I will follow. [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy Lord: Thy life hath had some smatch1 of honour in it: STRA. Give me your hand first: fare you well, my BRU. Farewell, good Strato. [runs on his sword.] Cæsar, I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and the Army. OCT. What man is that? 50 [dies. MES. My master's man. Strato, where is thy master? The conquerors can but make a fire of him; For Brutus only overcame himself, And no man else hath honour by his death. Brutus, I thank thee, That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. OCT. Do so, good Messala. MES. How died my master, Strato? STRA. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar; 1 taste. |