This day I breathed first; time is come round,
And where I did begin, there shall I end;
My life is run his compass.- Sirrah, what news?
Pin. [Above.] 0, my lord!

Cas. What news?

Pin. Titinius is inclosed round about

With horsemen, that make to him on the spur;-
Yet he spurs on.- Now they are almost on him;
Now, Titinius!-now some 'light.-Oh, he 'lights too; he's

ta'en;

And hark! [Shout.] they shout for joy.

Cas.

Come down; behold no more.—

O, coward that I am, to live so long,

To see my best friend ta'en before my face!

Come hither, sirrah.

Enter PINDARUS.

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 Cæsar's bowels, search this bosom.

Stand not to answer. Here, take thou the hilts;
And, when my face is covered as 'tis now,

Guide thou the sword.- Cæsar, thou art revenged,

Even with the sword that killed thee.

[Dies.

Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been,

Durst I have done my will. O Cassius!
Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
Where never Roman shall take note of him.

[Exit.

Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA.

Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,

As Cassius' legions are by Antony.

Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
Mes. Where did you leave him?

Tit.
All disconsolate,
With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground?
Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart!
Mes. Is not that he?

Tit.

But Cassius is no more.

No, this was he, Messala,
O 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.

Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
O hateful error, melancholy's child!

Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? O error, soon conceived,
Thou never com'st unto a happy birth,

But kill'st the mother that engendered thee.

Tit. What, Pindarus; where art thou, Pindarus?
Mes. Seek him, Titinius; whilst I go to meet
The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
Into his ears. I may say, thrusting it;
For piercing steel, and darts envenomed,
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,
As tidings of this sight.

Tit.

Hie you, Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus the while.

[Exit MESSALA.

Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they
Put on my brows this wreath of victory,

And bid me give't 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;
Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.

[Dies.

Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young CATO,
STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS.

Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?
Mes. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it.

Bru. Titinius' face is upward.

Cato.

He is slain.

Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails.

[Low alarums.

Brave Titinius!

Cato.
Look, whe'r he have not crowned dead Cassius!
Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these?
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!

It is impossible, that ever Rome

Should breed thy fellow.- Friends, I owe more tears

To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.—
I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.-
Come, therefore, and to Thassos send his body;
His funeral shall not be in our camp,
Lest it discomfort us.- Lucilius, come;-
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.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field.

Alarum. Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both Armies; then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and others.

Bru. Yet, countrymen, O yet, hold up your heads! Cato. What bastard doth not? 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!

[Charges the enemy.

Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus. [Exit, charging the enemy. CATO is overpowered, and falls. Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; And mayst be honored, being Cato's son.

1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest. Luc.

Only I yield to die.

There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight;

[Offering money.

Kill Brutus, and be honored in his death.

1 Sold. We must not.-A noble prisoner!

2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news.-Here comes the general;

Enter ANTONY.

Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.

Ant. Where is he?

Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough

I dare assure thee, that no enemy

Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus.

The gods defend him from so great a shame!
When you do find him, or alive, or dead,
He will be found like Brutus, like himself.

Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, A prize no less in worth; keep this man safe; Give him all kindness. I had rather have Such men my friends, than enemies. Go on, And see whe'er Brutus be alive or dead; And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent, How every thing is chanced.

SCENE V. Another Part of the Field.

[Exeunt.

Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and
VOLUMNIUS.

Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.
Cli. Statilius showed the torch-light; but, my lord,
He came not back; he is or ta'en or slain.

Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus. Slaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.

[Whispering.
Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.
Bru. Peace, then, no words.
Cli.

Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius!
Dar.

Cli. O Dardanius!

Dar. O Clitus!

I'll rather kill myself.

[Whispers him.

Shall I do such a deed?

Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee?
Dar. To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.
Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief,

That it runs over even at his eyes.

Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.
Vol. What says my lord?

Bru.

Why, this, Volumnius:
The ghost of Cæsar hath appeared to me
Two several times by night at Sardis, once;
And this last night, here in Philippi's fields,
I know my hour is come.

Vol.

Not so, my lord.

Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes;

Our enemies have beat us to the pit.

It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,

Than tarry till they push us.

Good Volumnius,

Thou know'st that we two went to school together;

Even for that our love of old, I pray thee,

Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.

Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord.

[Alarum still.
Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.
Bru. Farewell to you;—and you;—and you, Volumnius.-
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Farewell to thee, too, Strato.- Countrymen,
My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life,
I found no man, but he was true to me.
I shall have glory by this losing day,
More than Octavius, and Mark Antony,
By this vile conquest shall attain unto.
So, fare you well at once: for Brutus' tongue
Hath almost ended his life's history.

Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,
That have but labored to attain this hour.

[Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, fly.

Cli. Fly, my lord, fly.

Bru.

Hence; I will follow.

[Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS.

I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord.

Thou art a fellow of a good respect;

Thy life hath had some smatch of honor in it.
Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,

While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?

Stra. Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord. Bru. Farewell, good Strato.- Cæsar, now be still:

I killed not thee with half so good a will.

[He runs on his sword and dies.

Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and their army.

Oct. What man is that?

Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy master? Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala; The conquerors can but make a fire of him;

For Brutus only overcame himself,

And no man else hath honor by his death.

Luc. So Brutus should be found.-I thank thee, Brutus,

That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true.

Oct. All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.

Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.
Oct. Do so, good Messala.

Mes.

How died my master, Strato?