Bru. Ev'n by the rule of that philofophy,
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, fo to prevent
The time of life; arming my felf with patience,
To stay the providence of fome high powers,
That govern us below.

Caf. Then if we lofe this battel,

You are contented to be led in triumph
Along the streets of Rome.

Bru. No, Caffius, no; think not, thou noble Roman, That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;

He bears too great a mind. But this fame day.
Muft end that work the Ides of March begun.
And whether we fhall meet again, I know not;
Therefore our everlasting farewel take;
For ever, and for ever, farewel, Caffius!
If we do meet again, why, we fhall fmile;
If not, why then this parting was well made.
Caf. For ever, and for ever, farewel, Brutus!
If we do meet again, we'll fmile indeed;
If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made.

Bru. Why then lead on. O that a man might know The end of this day's bufinefs ere it come!

But it fufficeth, that the day will end,

And then the end is known. Come, ho, away. [Exeunt.

Unto the legions on the other side.

[Loud alarum.

Bru. Ride, ride, Meffala, ride and give thefe bills

Let them fet on at once; for I perceive
But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing;

'One fudden pufh gives them the overthrow. Ride, ride, Meffala, let them all come down.

[Exeunt.

Alarum.

Alarum. Enter Caffius and Titinius.

Caf. O look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
My felf have to mine own turn'd enemy;
This enfign here of mine was turning back,
1 flew the coward, and did take it from him.
Tit. O Caffius, Brutus gave the word too early,
Who having fome advantage on Octavius
Took it too eagerly; his foldiers fell to spoil,
Whilft we by Antony were all inclos'd.

Enter Pindarus.

Pin. Fly further off, my Lord, fly further off, Mark Antony is in your tents, my Lord;

Fly therefore, noble Caffius, fly far off.

Caf. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius, Are those my tents where I perceive the fire?

Tit. They are, my Lord.

Caf. Titinius, if thou lov'ft me,

Mount thou my horfe, and hide thy fpurs in him, 'Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops And here again; that I may rest affur'd,

Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.

Tit. I will be here again, ev'n with a thought. [Exit.
Caf. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill,

My fight was ever thick; regard Titinius,

And tell me what thou not'ft about the field. [Exit Pin. This day I breathed firft; time is come round,

And where I did begin, there fhall I end;

My life is run its compafs. Now, what news?
Pin. Within. Oh, my Lord!

Caf. What news?

Pin. Within. Titinius is enclofed round about With horsemen, that make to him on the fpur, Yet he fpurs on. Now they are almost on him; Titinius! now fome light-oh, he lights tooHe's ta'en--and hark, they fhout for joy.

Caf. Come down, behold no more;

[Shout.

Oh

Oh coward that I am, to live fo long,

To fee my best friend ta'en before my face.
Enter Pindarus.

Come hither, firrah;

In Parthia did I take thee prifoner,
And then I fwore thee, faving 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 fword
That ran through Cæfar's bowels, fearch this bofom.
Stand not to anfwer; here take thou the hilt,
And when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,

Guide thou the fword- Cafar, thou art reveng'd
Ev'n with the sword that kill'd thee.

[Kills himself.

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

Durst I have done my will. O Caffius,

Far from this country Pindarus fhall run,

Where never Roman fhall take note of him.

[Exit.

S. CENE E V.

Enter Titinius and Meffala.

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

As Caffius legions are by Antony.

Tit. Thefe tidings will well comfort Caffius.
Mef. Where did you leave him?

Tit. All difconfolate,

With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

Mef. Is not that he, that lyes upon the ground?
Tit. He lyes not like the living. Oh my heart!
Mef. Is not that he?

Tit. No, this was he, Meffala,

But Caffius is no more! Oh fetting fun,
As in thy red rays thou doft fink to night,
So in his red blood Caffius' day is fet;
The fun of Rome is fet! our day is gone,

Clouds,

Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done; Mistrust of my fuccefs hath done this deed.

Mef. Miftruft of good fuccefs hath done this deed.
Oh hateful Error, Melancholy's child!

Why doft thou fhew to the apt thoughts of men.
The things that are not? Error, foon conceiv'd,
Thou never com'ft unto a happy birth,

But kill'ft the mother that engender'd thee.

Tit. What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus?
Mef. Seek him, Titinius, whilft I go to meet
The noble Brutus, thrufting this report
Into his ears; I may fay, thrufting it;
For piercing steel and darts invenomed
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,
As tidings of this fight.

Tit. Hye you, Meffala,

[Exit Meffala.

And I will feek for Pindarus the while.
Why didft thou fend me forth, brave Caffius?
Did I not meet thy friends, and did not they
Put on my brows this wreath of victory,

And bid me give it thee? didft thou not hear their fhouts?
Alas, thou haft mifconftru'd ev'ry 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 fee how I regarded Caius Caffius.

By your leave, Gods-This is a Roman's part.

[Stabs himself.

Come, Caffius' fword, and find Titinius' heart.

SCE NE VI.

[Dies.

Alarum. Enter Brutus, Meffala, young Cato, Strato,.
Volumnius, and Lucilius.

Bru. Where, where, Meffala, doth his body lye?
Mef. Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.

Bru. Titinius' face is upward.

Cato. He is flain.

Bru.

Bru. Oh Julius Cæfar, thou art mighty yet! Thy fpirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails.

Cato. Brave Titinius!

[Low alarums.

Look, if he have not crown'd dead Caffius!

Bru. Are yet two Romans living fuch as these?
Thou laft of all the Romans! fare thee well;
It is impoffible that ever Rome

Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears
To this dead man, than you fhall fee me pay.
I fhall find time, Caffius, I fhall find time-

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Come therefore, and to Thaffos fend his body;
His funeral fhall not be in our camp,

Left it discomfort us.

Lucilius, come,

And come, young Cato, let us to the field.
Labeo and Flavius fet our battels on.

'Tis three o' clock, and, Romans, yet ere night
We shall try fortune in a fecond fight.

[Exeunt.

Alarum. Enter Brutus, Meffala, Cato, Lucilius, and

Bru.

YE

Flavius.

ET, countrymen, oh yet, hold up your heads. Cato. What baftard doth not? who will go with me?

I will proclaim my name about the field.

I am the fon of Marcus Cato, ho!

A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend.

I am the fon of Marcus Cato, ho!

Enter Soldiers and fight.

Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I

Brutus my country's friend; know me for Brutus. [Exit.

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