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Caf. For ever, and for ever, farewel, Brutus!
If we do meet again, we'll smile 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 butiness ere it come!
But it sufficeth, that the day will end ;
And then the end is known. Come, ho, away.

[Exeunt,
Alarm. Enter Brutus and Meslala.
Bru. Ride, ride, Messala; ride, and give these bills
Unto the legions, on the other side. (Loud alarm.
Let them set on at once ; for I perceive
But cold demeanor in 0.7avius' wing ;
And sudden Push gives them the overthrow.
Ride, ride, Mefala; let them all come down.

[Exe.
Alarm. Enter Caffius and Titinius.
Cal. O look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy;
This ensign here of mine was turning back,
I flew the coward, and did take it from him.

Tit. O Cafus, 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.
Pin. Fly further off, my Lord, fly further of;
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'it 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 assurid,
Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.
Tit. I will be here again, ev'n with a thought. [Exit.

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Caf. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill,
My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius,
And tell me what thou not ft about the field.
This day I breathed first; time is come round;
And, where I did begin, there shall I end;
My life is run its compass. Now, what news ?

Pind. above. Oh, my Lord !
Caf. What news ?

Pind. Titinius is enclosed round about
With horsemen, that make to him on the spur;
Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him ;
Titinius ! now fome 'light-oh, he 'lights too---
He's ta'en--and hark, they shout for joy. [Shout.

Caf. 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 Pindarus. Come hither, firrah; In Parthia did I take thee prisoner ; And then I swore 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 sword, That ran through Cæfar'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.

Pind. So, I am free; yet would not so have been,
Durst I have done my Will. Oh, Casius!
Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
Where never Roman fhall take note of him. [Exit.

Enter Titinius, and Meffala.
Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for O&tavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
As Calius' legions are by Antony.

Tit. These tidings will well comfort Caffius.
Mej. Where did you leave him?

Tit. All disconfolate,
With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground?
Tit. He lies not like the living. Oh my

heart! Mef. Is not that he ?

Tit. No, this was he, Meffala;
But Cassius is no more! Oh, setting Sun !
As in thy red rays thou doft sink to night,
So in his red blood Caffius' day is set;
The Sun of Rome is set ! our day is gone;
Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done ;
Miftrust of my success hath done this deed.

Mes. Miftrust of good success hath done this deed.
Oh hateful Error, Melancholy's child !
Why doft thou shew to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not ? Error, foon conceivd,
Thou never com'it unto a happy birth,
But kill'st 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, thrusting this report
Into his ears ; I may say, thrusting it;
For piercing steel, and darts invenomed,
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,
As tydings of this fight.

Tit. Hie, you Mejala,
And I will seek for Pindarus the while. [Exit Mef.
Why didst thou send me forth, brave Celsius!
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 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 see how I regarded Caius Caffius.
By your leave, Gods-

-This is a Roman's part.

[Stabs himself. Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. Dies.

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Alarm. Enter Brutus, Meffala, young Cato, Strato,

Volumnius, and Lucilius.
Bru. Where, where, Mejala, doth his body lie ?
Mes. Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.
Bru. Titinius face is upward.
Cato. He is slain.

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

[Low alarms. Cato. Brave Titinius! Look, if he have not crown'd dead Caffius !

Bru Are yet two Romans living, such as these? Thou lait 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. I shall find time, Caffius, I shall find timeCome, therefore, (18) and to Thalos fend his body : His funeral shall not be in our Camp, Leit it discomfort us. Lucilius, come; And come, young Cato; let us to the field. Labeo, and Flavius, set our battles on. "Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night We shall try fortune in a second fight. [Exeunt.

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Einter Brutus, Merala, Cato, Lucilius, and

Flavius.

Bru. Yet, Countrymen, oh yet, hold up your heads. Cato. What bastard doth not? who will go with me!

(18)—and to Tharsus send bis body,] Thus all the Editions hitherto, very ignorantly. But the whole Tenor of History warrants us to write, as I have restor'd the Text, Thasos.. Tharsos was a Town of Cilicia, in Asia Minor: and is it probable, Brutus could think of sending Calius's Body thither out of Thrace, where they were now incamp'd ? Thajos, on the contrary, was a little Ife lying close upon Thrace, and at but a small Distance from Philippi, to which the body might very commodiously be transport¢d. Vid. Plutarch, Appian, Dion Caflius, &c.

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.
I am the Son 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.
Luc. Oh young and noble Cato, art thou down
Why, now thou dy'st as bravely as Titinius ;
And, may'st be ho nour'd, being Cato's Son.

Sold. Yield, or thou dieft.

Luc. Only I yield to die ;
There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight;
Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.
Sold. We must not. A noble Prisoner !

Enter Antony.
2 Sold. Room, ho! tell Antony, Brutus is ta’en.

i Sold. I'll tell the news, here comes the General : Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta’en, my Lord.

Ant. Where is he?

Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is fafe enough.
I dare affure thee, that no enemy
Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus :
The Gods defend him from fo great a shame!
When you do find him or alive, or dead,
He will be found like Brútus, 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
Such men my friends, than enemies. Go on,
And see if Brutus be alive or dead;
And bring us word unto Oétavius' Tent,
How every thing is chanc'd.

[Exeunt.

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