The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may,
Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!
But since th' affairs of men rest still incertain,
Let's reason with the worst that may befal.
If we do lose this battle, then is this
The very last time we shall speak together.
What are you then determined to do?

Bru. Ev'n by the rule of that philosophy,
By which I did blame Cato, for the death
Which he did give himself; I know not how,
But I do find it cowardly and vile,

For fear of what might fall, so to prevent
The time of life, arming myself with patience,
To stay the providence of some high powers,
That govern us below.

Cas. Then, if we lose this battle,

You are contented to be led in triumph,
Through the streets of Rome?

Bru. No, Cassius, no; think not, thou noble Roman,

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.

know

The end of this day's business,
But it sufficeth that the day

Oh that a man might

ere it come!

will end ;

And then the end is known. Come, ho, away!

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Another Part of the Field of Battle.

Alarum.

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.

Alarum.

Enter Cassius and CASCA.

[Exeunt.

Cas. O look, good Casca, look, the villains fly! Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy: This ensign here of mine was turning back, I slew the coward, and did take it from him. Casca. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early; Who, having some advantage on Octavius, Took it too eagerly; his soldiers fell to spoil, Whilst we by Antony were all inclos'd.

Enter Pindarus.

Find. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off.
Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord;
Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.

Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, my

Casca,

Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire!

Casca. They are, my lord.

Cas. Casca, if thou lov'st me,

Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him,
Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops,
And here again; that I may rest assur'd,
Whether yon troops are friend or enemy.
Casca. I will be here again, ev'n with a thought.

[Exit.

Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill,
My sight was ever thick; keep thine on Casca,
And tell me what thou not'st about the field.
This day I breathed first; time is come round;
And where I did begin, there shall I end;
My life has run its compass. Now, what news?
Pind. [Above.] Oh, my lord!

Cas. What news?

Pind. Casca is inclosed round about

With horsemen, that make to him on the spur:
Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him:
Now, Casca, now! some 'light oh, he 'lights too—
He's ta'en—and hark, they shout for joy!

Cas. Come down, behold no more;

Oh, coward that I am, to live so long,
To see my best friend ta'en before my face!

Enter PINDA rus.

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,

[Shout.

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 hilt:
And when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,

Guide thou the sword—Cæsar, thou art reveng'd,
Ev'n with the sword that kill'd thee-

[Kills himself.—Exit PIN DARUS.

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,

With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

Tre. Is not that he that lies upon the ground?
Casca. He lies not like the living.

Tre. Is not that he?

Oh my heart!

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,

And I will seek for Pindarus, the while.

[Exit Trebonius. 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 it thee; didst thou not hear their shouts ?

Alas, thou hast misconstru'd 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.

[Stabs himself.

Alarum.

Enter BRUTUS, TREBONIUS, DECIUS, CINNA, and
Metellus.

Bru. Where, where, Trebonius, doth his body lie?
Tre. Lo, yonder, and Casca mourning it.
Bru. Casca's face is upward.

Are yet two Romans living, such as these?
Thou 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.
Oh, Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet,

Thy spirit stalks abroad, and turns our swords
Into our own proper entrails.

Come, let us to the field, and yet ere night,
We'll try our fortunes in a second fight.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

Field at Philippi.

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.

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