But Cassius is no more.-O setting sun, 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 But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee! Tit. What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus? Into his ears: I may say, thrusting it; Tit. Hie you, Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus the while. 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, [Exit Messala. 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 By your leave, gods:-this is a Roman's part: [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. Cato. Brave Titinius! Look, whêr he have not crown'd dead Cassius! [Low alarums. Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these?The (59) last of all the Romans, fare thee well! It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more tears SCENE IV. Another part of the field. [Exeunt. Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both armies; then BRUTUS, young 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; [Charges the enemy. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus! [Exit, charging the enemy. Young Cato is over- 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; Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. [Offering money. 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: I dare assure thee that no enemy Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus: The gods defend him from so great a shame! Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, [Exeunt. 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 show'd 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 him. Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world. Bru. Peace, then, no words. Cli. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius. I'll rather kill myself. [Whispers him. Dar. Cli. O Dardanius! Dar. O Clitus! Shall I do such a deed? Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? That it runs over even at his eyes. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. Bru. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Our enemies have beat us to the pit: [Low alarums. Good Volumnius, It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, [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 labour'd 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 prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? Stra. Give me your hand first: fare you well, my lord. I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. [He runs on his sword, and dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and army. Oct. What man is that? 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. ; Lucil. So Brutus should be found.-I thank thee, Brutus, That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. Oct. All that serv'd 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? Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master. Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar; |