Enter the Ghost of Cæsar." How ill this taper burns!-Ha! who comes here? That shapes this monstrous apparition. It comes upon me:-Art thou anything? Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. Bru. Why com'st thou ? Ghost. 'To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi. Ay, at Philippi. [Ghost vanishes. Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then.- Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.- Luc. The strings, my lord, are false. Bru. He thinks he still is at his instrument. Lucius, awake! Luc. My lord. Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out? Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. Bru. Yes, that thou didst : didst thou see anything. Luc. Nothing, my lord. Bru. Sleep again, Lucius.-Sirrah, Claudius ! Fellow thou! awake! Var. My lord. Clau. My lord. Bru. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep? Var., Clau. Did we, my lord? Bru. Ay; saw you anything. Nor I, my Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing. lord. Clau. And we will follow. Var., Clau. It shall be done, my lord. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I.-The Plains of Philippi. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army. Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face, Mess. Enter a Messenger. The enemy comes on in gallant show; Upon the left hand of the even field. Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left. Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; Bru. They stand, and would have parley. [March. LUCILIUS, Bru. Words before blows: is it so, countrymen? Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do. Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius. Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words: Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart, Crying, "Long live! hail, Cæsar!" Cas. Antony, The posture of your blows are yet unknown; Ant. Not stingless too. Bru. O, yes, and soundless too; For you have stolen their buzzing, Antony, Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds, If Cassius might have rul'd. Oct. Come, come, the cause: if arguing makes us sweat, The proof of it will turn to redder drops. Look, I draw a sword against conspirators; When think you that the sword goes up again?— Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors. Oct. So I hope; Bru. Oh, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Ant. Old Cassius still! Oct. Come, Antony; away. Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth: If you dare fight to-day, come to the field; If not, when you have stomachs. [Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army. Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; and swim, bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. Bru. Ho! Lucilius; hark, a word with you. Luc. My lord. [BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart. Cas. Messala. Mes. What says my general? Cas. Messala, This is my birthday; as this very day Was Cassius born. Give me thy haud, Messala: Be thou witness that, against my will, You know that I held Epicurus strong, This morning have they fled away, and gone; Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost. Cas. I but believe it partly; Cas. The very last time we shall speak together: Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy 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 Roman, That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; He bears too great a mind. But this same day If we do meet again, why we shall smile; Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus ! If not, 'tis true this parting was well made. Bru. Why then, lead on.-Oh, that a man might know And then the end is known.-Come, ho! away! SCENE II.-The same. The Field of Battle. Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA. [Exeunt. Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride and give these bills Unto the legions on the other side: [Loud alarum. [Exeunt Let them set on at once; for I perceive Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. SCENE III. The same. Another part of the Field. Alarum. Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS. Enter PINDARUS. Pin. 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, Titinius: Are those my tents where I perceive the fire? Tit. They are, my lord. Titinius, if thou lov'st me, Cas. Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. [Exit. |