SCENE I.-The Plains of Philippi. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army. Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered: You said the enemy would not come down, But keep the hills and upper regions. It proves not so: their battles are at hand: They mean to warn us at Philippi here, Answering before we do demand of them. Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know Wherefore they do it. They could be content To visit other places: and come down With fearful bravery, thinking by this face To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage: But 't is not so. Hacked one another in the sides of Cæsar : And bowed like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet; Oct. Come, come, the cause. If arguing make us sweat, The proof of it will turn to redder drops. Unless thou bring'st them with thee. Oct. Come, Antony; away. Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth. [Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army. The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. [BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart. Cas. Messala, Mes. Cas. What says my general? This is my birth-day: as this very day Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala: You know that I held Epicurus strong, This morning are they fled away and gone: As we were sickly prey: their shadows seem Cas. I but believe it partly; For I am fresh of spirit, and resolved To meet all perils very constantly. Bru. Even so, Lucilius. Cas. Now, most noble Brutus, The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may, Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age! But, since the affairs of men rest still incertain, Let's reason with the worst that may befall. If we do lose this battle, then is this The very last time we shall speak together · What are you then determinéd to do? Bru. Even 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 Cas. Then, if we lose this battle, You are contented to be led in triumph Thorough the streets of Rome? Bru. No, Cassius, no! think not, thou noble That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome: Cas. For ever and for ever, farewell, Brutus! JULIUS CÆSAR. And sudden push gives them the overthrow. Ride, ride, Messala! let them all come down. Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same. Another part of the Field. Alarum. Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS. Cas. O look, Titinius! look, the villains fly! Myself have to mine own turned enemy. This ensign here of mine was turning back: I slew the coward, and did take it from him, SCENE III. Tit. 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 are all enclosed. Enter PINDARUS. Pin. Fly further off, my lord; fly further off: Marc Antony is in your tents, my lord! Fly therefore, noble Cassius; fly far off. Cas. This hill is far enough.-Look, look, Titinius! Are those my tents where I perceive the fire? Tit. They are, my lord. Cas. Titinius, 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 assured Whether yond' troops are friend or enemy. Tit. I will be here again even with a thought. [Exit. Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill: This day I breathed first; time is come round, Cas. What news? Pin. Titinius is encloséd round about 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 't is 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! Tit. No: this was he, Messala; But Cassius is no more.-O setting sun! 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 shew to the apt thoughts of But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow: [Dies. 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 :— [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 over powered, and falls. Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? SCENE V.-Another part of the Field. Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRAto, and VOLUMNIUS. Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. Cli. Statilius shewed 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. I'd rather kill myself. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius:-[Whispers him. Dar. Shall I do such a deed! Cli. O, Dardanius! Dar. O, Clitus! Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? Cli. Fly, fly, my lord! there is no tarrying here. Bru. Farewell to you ;-and you;—and you, Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep : rest, That have but laboured 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'y thee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord. Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thy life hath had some smatch of honour 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! Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, |