Bru. Why, then, lead on. O, that a man might know The end of this day's business ere it come! Untothe legions on the other side. [Loudalarum. SCENE III. Another part of the field. Who, having some advantage on Octavius, Enter PINDARUS. 10 Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Are those my tents where I perceive the fire? Cas. What news? In Parthia did I take thee prisoner; 40 Now be a freeman: and with this good sword, That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this bosom. Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilts; And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now, Guide thou the sword. Pindarus stabs him. Cæsar, thou art revenged, Durst I have done my will. O Cassius, Re-enter TITINIUS with MESSALA. Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. Mes. Where did you leave him? Tit. All disconsolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. Mes. Is not that he that lies upon the ground? Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart! Mes. Is not that he? ნა Tit. No, this was he, Messala, But Cassius is no more. O setting sun, As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night, So in his red blood Cassius' day is set; The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone; Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done! Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. O hateful error, melancholy's child, 70 Thou never comest unto a happy birth, Mes. Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet Tit. Hie you, Messala, Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing! Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. [Kills himself. Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and Lu CILIUS. Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? Cato. Cato. Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius! [these? Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears 100 To this dead man than you shall see me pay. SCENE IV. Another part of the field. 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: A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Bru[Exit. Lucil. O young and noble Cato, art thou tus! down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; 10 First Sold. I'll tell the news. Here comes the general. Bru. Farewell to you; and you; and you, Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; my I shall have glory by this losing day [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 honor in it: Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face, While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? Stra. Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord. Bru. Farewell, good Strato. [Runs on his sword.] Cæsar, now be still: 50 I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. [Dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and the army. Oct. What man is that? Mes. My master's man. Strato, where is thy master? Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala: The conquerors can make but a fire of him; For Brutus only overcame himself, That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true. Oct. All that served 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. 60 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; 70 He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, This was a man!' Oct. According to his virtue let us use him, With all respect and rites of burial. Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie, Most like a soldier, order'd honorably. So call the field to rest; and let's away, To part the glories of this happy day. [Exeunt. 80 SCENE I. A desert place. Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches. First Witch. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? Sec. Witch. When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won. Third Witch. That will be ere the set of sun. Sec. Witch. First Witch. I come, Graymalkin! Sec. Witch. Paddock calls. Third Witch. Anon. Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; 20 Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps, And fix'd his head upon our battlements. Dun. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! Ser. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break, So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to (mark: Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, No sooner justice had with valor arm'd Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels, come But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage, 31 [they As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. I cannot tell. But I am faint, my gashes cry for help. 40 Dun. So well thy words become thee as thy wounds: They smack of honor both. Go get him surgcons. [Exit Sergeant, attended. Worthy to be a rebel, for to that The multiplying villanies of nature Do swarm upon him-from the western isles Who comes here? |