As Pompey was, am I compell'd to fet This morning are they fled away, and gone; Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost. I but believe it partly; Caf. To meet all perils very constantly. Bru. Even fo, Lucilius. Now, most noble Brutus, Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent Το To ftay the providence of fome high powers, Caf. Then, if we lose this battle, You are contented to be led in triumph Thorough the ftreets 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 Bru. Why then, lead on.-O, that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come! But it fufficeth, that the day will end, And then the end is known.-Come, ho! away! [Exeunt. SCENE II. The fame. The field of battle. Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA Bru. Ride, ride, Meffala, ride, and give these bills Unto the legions on the other fide : Let them fet on at once; for I perceive [Loud alarum. [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE III. The fame. Another part of the field. Alarum. Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS. Caf. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! 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, My fight was ever thick; regard Titinius, [Exit. [Exit PINDARUS. This day I breathed first time is come round, : And, where I did begin, there fhall I end; My life is run his compafs.-Sirrah, what news? Pin. Titinius is Enclosed round about with horsemen, that Make to him on the spur ;-yet he fpurs on.- Now fome 'light :-0, he 'lights too :-he's ta'en ;—and, hark! They shout for joy. Caf. [Shout. Come down, behold no more.— O, coward that I am, to live fo long, To see my best friend ta'en before my face! Come hither, firrah : Enter PINDARUS. In Parthia did I take thee prisoner; And then I fwore thee, faving of thy life, That whatsoever I did bid thee do, Thou should'st attempt it. Come now, keep thine cath! Now be a freeman; and, with this good fword, That ran through Cæfar's bowels, fearch this bofom. Guide thou the sword.-Cæfar, thou art reveng`d, Even with the sword that kill'd thee. [Dies. 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, [Exit. Re-enter Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. Mej. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Tit. These tidings will well comfort Caffius. Tit. All difconfolate, Mef. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground? Tit. The fun of Rome is fet! Our day is gone; Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done! Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. Mef. Miftruft of good fuccefs hath done this deed. O hateful error, melancholy's child! Why doft thou fhow to the apt thoughts of men But kill'ft the mother that engender'd thee. Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus ? Into his ears: I may fay, thrusting it; Tit. Hie you, Meffala, G 2 And |