Come hither, sirrah : PINDARUS descends In Parthia did I take thee prisoner; And then I swore thee, saving of thy life, That whatsoever I did bid thee do, Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath; That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this bosom. PIN. So, I am free; yet would not so have been, [Dies. 49 [Exit. Re-enter TITINIUS with MESSALA MES. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius TIT. All disconsolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. TIT. Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done! MES. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee! Into his ears: I may say, thrusting it; TIT. Hie you, Messala, Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius ? [Exit MESSALA. 80 And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts ? But, hold thee, take this garland on thy brow; Will do his bidding.—Brutus, come apace, And see how I regarded Caius Cassius. By your leave, gods:-this is a Roman's part : 89 [Dies. Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS BRU. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? MES. Lo, vonder; and Titinius mourning it. BRU. Titinius' face is upward. CATO. He is slain. BRU. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! Сато. Brave Titinius! Look, whêr he have not crown'd dead Cassius ! [Low alarums. Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more tears I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.- 100 109 [Exeunt. 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! Who will go with me? I will proclaim my name about the field :— A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; BRU. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; [Charges the enemy. Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus! [Exit, charging the enemy. Young CATO is overpowered, and falls. LUCIL. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; And mayst be honour'd, being Cato's son. FIRST SOLD. Yield, or thou diest. 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. FIRST SOLD. We must not.-A noble prisoner! [Offering money. SEC. SOLD. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. Enter ANTONY Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. LUCIL. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus : The gods defend him from so great a shame! Go on, 20 30 [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. BRU. Hark thee, Dardanius. CLI. O Dardanius! DAR. O Clitus! [Whispering him. I'll rather kill myself. [Whispers him. 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. Why, this, Volumnius : Not so, my lord. VOL. Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, Good Volumnius, ΙΟ 20 [Low alarums. Thou know'st that we two went to school together: Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. VOL. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. [Alarum still. BRU. Farewell to you ;—and you ;-and you, Volumnius.- I shall have glory by this losing day, 30 More than Octavius and Mark Antony Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, CLI. Fly, my lord, fly. 40 [Alarum. Cry within, Fly, fly, fly!' Hence! I will follow. [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS. I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: lord. 50 [He runs on his sword, and dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, OCT. What man is that? and Army MES. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy master? The conquerors can but make a fire of him; For Brutus only overcame himself, LUCIL. So Brutus should be found.—I thank thee, Brutus, And no man else hath honour by his death. That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. OCT. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain them.— MES. How died my master, Strato? STRA. I held the sword, and he did run on it. That did the latest service to my master. So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up 60 70 |