Tit. All difconfolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. Mef. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground? Tit. No, this was he, Meffala; But Caffius is no more! Oh, fetting Sun! The Sun of Rome is fet! our day is gone; Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done; Miftruft 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 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 fteel, and darts invenomed, Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus, As tidings of this fight. Tit. Hye you, Meffala, [Exit Meff. And I will feek for Pindarus the while. And bid me give it thee? didst 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. Alarum. Come, Caffius' fword, and find Titinius' heart. [Dies. D 3 Alarum. Enter Brutus, Meffala, young Cato, Strato, Bru. Where, where, Meffala, doth his body lye? Cato. He is flain. Bru. Oh Julius Cæfar, thou art mighty yet! Thy Spirit 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 !- Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears I fhall find time, Caffius, I fhall find time- Left it discomfort us. Lucilius, come; 'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night We fhall try fortune in a fecond fight. [Exeunt. Alarum. Enter Brutus, Meffala, Cato, Lucilius, and Flavius. Bru. Yet, Countrymen, oh yet, hold up your heads. Cato. What baftard doth not? who will go with me? (18) and to Tha fus fend his Body,] Thus all the Editions hitherto, very ignorantly. But the whole Tenor of Hiftory warrants us to write, as I have reftored the Text, Thaf Sos.- -Tharfos was a Town of Cilicia, in Afia Minor: and is it probable, Brutus could think of sending Caffius's Body thither out of Thrace, where they were now incamp'd? Thaffos, on the contrary, was a little Ifle lying close upon Thrace, and at but a finall Diftance from Philippi, to which the body might very commodiously be transported. Vid. Plutarch, Appian, Dion Caf fius, &c. I will proclaim my name about the field. A foe to tyrants, and my Country's friend. 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 dieft as bravely as Titinius; And, may'st be honour'd, being Cato's Son. Sold. Yield, or thou diest. Luc. Only I yield to die; There is so much, that thou wilt kill me ftraight; Enter Antony. 2 Sold. Room, ho! tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. 1 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 fhame! you He will be found like Brutus, like himself. Ant. This is not Brutus, friend, but, I affure you, And bring us word unto Octavius' Tent, D4 [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE changes to another part of the Field. Bru. Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and Volumnius. OME, poor Remains of friends, rest on this rock. COM Cli. Statilius fhew'd the torch-light, but, my Lord, He came not back, he is or ta'en, or flain. Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus; flaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus [Whispering. Cli. What I, my Lord? no, not for all the world. Bru. Peace then, no words. Cli. I'll rather kill my felf. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! Dar. I do fuch a deed? Dar. Oh, Clitus! Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? That it runs over even at his eyes. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius ; lift a word. Bru. Why, this, Volumnius; The Ghoft of Cæfar hath appear'd to me Vol. Not fo, my Lord. Bru. Nay, I am fure it is, Volumnius. Thou feeft the world, Volumnius, how it goes; It is more worthy to leap in our selves, Than tarry, 'till they pufh us. Alarum. Good Volumnius, Thou know'ft, that we two went to school together; Hold thou my fword's Vol. That's not an office for a Friend, my Lord. Alarum ftill. Cli. Fly, fly, my Lord; there is no tarrying here. Bru. Farewel to you, and you, and you, Volumnius. Strato, thou haft been all this while asleep; (19) Farewel to thee too, Strato.Countrymen, Night hangs upon mine eyes, my bones would reft, (Alarum. Cry within, Fly, fly, fly. Cli. Fly, my Lord, fly. Bru. Hence; I will follow thee. I pr'ythee, Strate, ftay thou by thy Lord; Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in't. my Lord. -fare you well, Bru. Farewel, good Strato; Cafar, now be still; I kill'd not thee with half fo good a will. [He runs on his word, and dies: Alarum. Retreat. Enter Antony, Octavius, Meffala, Lucilius, and the army. Oda. What Man is that? Mef. My Master's Man. Strato, where is thy Maf ter? (19) Farewel to thee, to Strato, Countrymen ;] Thus has this Paffage all along been abfurdly pointed, to the Praise of our intelligent Editors. I had corrected it long ago; but am, notwithstanding, to make my Acknowledgments to an anonymous Gentleman, who, unknowingly concurr'd with me; and advis'd the Correction of the Pointing, as it is now reformed, by Letter, D 5 Stra. |