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Bru, Lucilius, do you the like; and let no n-aa
Come to our tent, till we have done onr oonfereoM.
Let Looius and Titinius guard our door.

lEsetmU

SCENE llh-^Withm ike tent 0/ Brutus.

Laoius and Titinius at tome distanee from ft

Enter Brutus cmd Cassius.

Ca$, That you have wrong*d me doth appear in
this:
Ton have condemned and noted Lncius Pella
For taking bribes here of the Sardiins ;
Wherein my letters, praying on his side,
Because I Imew the man, were slighted ofL

Bru, You wronged yourself to vrrite in suob 9
case.

Com, In such a time as this it is not meet
That every nice offence should bear his comQient.

Bru, Let me tell you, Ca<)sius, you yourself
Are much condemn^ to have an itching palm}
To sell and mart your offices for gold
To undeeervers.

Cat, I an itching palm ?

You know that you are Brutus that speak thia.
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

j3ru. The name of Gsssius honours this cormp
tion.
And cliastisement doth therefore hide his head.

Cos, Chastisement I

Bra, Kemember March, the ides of March
remember I
Did not great Julius bleed for justice* sake?
What villain touched his body, that did stab.
And not for justice ? What, shall one of us.
That struck the foremost man of all this worid
But for supporting robbers, shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes.
And sell the mighty space of our large honours
For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? —
I had rather be a dog, aad bay.the moon,
Than such a fioman.

Cos. Brutus, bait not me ;

111 not endure it: you forget yourself^
To hedge me in ; I am a soldier, I,
Older in practice, abler than yourself
To make conditions. •

Bru, Goto; yoa are not, OmsIim

Cat. lam.

Briu I say yon are not.

Cos, Urge me no more. I shall forget mys^;
Have mind upon ^our health, tempt me no further

Bru, Away, slight man I

Cos. Is*t possible?

Bru, Hear me, for I will speak.

Must I give way and room to your rash choler ?
Shall I be frighted when n madman stares?

Cos. O ye godsl ye godsl Must I eodnreal}
this?

Bru, All this? ay, more: Fret, till your proud
heart break;
Go, show your slaves how oholerio you are.
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budget
Must 1 observe you ? Must I stand and oroooh
Under your testy humour ? By the gods.
You shall digest the venom of your spleen.
Though it do split you! for, from this day forth,
1*11 use you for my mirth, yea, for my iaugfater.
When yon are waspish. ^ ^ .

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JUL1U8
Gni. biteometothis?

j^^ Ton laj, 70a are a better soldier :
Let it appear so ; make your vaunting tmei
And it bhall please me well: For mine own put,
I pball be glad to learn of noble men.
Cat, Ton wrong me every way; yon vrrong
me, Brutus ;
I said an elder soldier, not a better:
Did I say better?
^m. If you did, I care not

Ca$, When Cesar liv'd he durst not thus have

moT'd me.
Bru. Peace, peace I joh durst not to have

tempted iiim.
Com, I durst not?
Bru, No.

Ca», What? durst not tempt hfan?
, Bru, For your life you durst not

Oaa, Do not presume too much upon my love*
1 inay do that I sbidl be sorry for.

Bru. Yon have done that ^ou should be sorry for.
There is no terror, Cauius, m your threats;
For I am arm'd so strong in hones^,
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not. I did send to you
For certain sums of gold, which you denied me ^—
For I can raise no money b^ vile means:
By heaven, I had rather com my heart,
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hud hands of peasants their vile traui
By any indirection ! I aid send
So you for gold to pay my legions,
W bich you denied me : Was that done like Cassiai?
Should I have answer'd Caius Cabins so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal counters from his (Viends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thuuderbolts.
Dash him to pieoet 1
C%is. I denied you not.

Bm. You did.

Com, I did not :— he was but a fool

That brought my answer back.~Brutns hatli riv*d

my heart:
A friend should bear his friend^ infirmities.
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
Bra, I do not, till you practise them on me.
Cat, Yon love me not

Bru, I do not like your faults.

Ca$, A friendly eye could never see such faults.
Bru, A flsttarer*s would not, though they do
appear
At huge as high Olympus.

Ca$, Come, Antony, and young Oetaving, oomO|
Revenge yourselves alone on Cabins,
For Cassius b a-weary of the world:
Hated by one he loves ; brav'd by his brother ;
Check'd like a bondman ; all his faults ol»erv^
Bet in a note-book, learned and conii*d by rote,
To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes!— There is my daggefi
And here my naked breast; within, a heart
Dearer than Plutus* mine, richer than gold:
If that thou beest a Roman, take it forth ;
I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:
Strike, as thou didst at CsBsar; for, 1 know.
When thou didbt hate him worst thou lov'dst him

bettor
Than ever thou lov^dst Caseins.

Bru, Sheath your dagger ;

Be angry when you will, it shall have scope ;
Do \^ hat you wul, dishonour shall be humour.
O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb
That carries anger as the flint bears fire;



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Who, much enforced, showi a basty spark,
And straight is cold agam.

Cat, Hath Cassius liv'd

To be but mirth acd laughter to his Brutus.
When grief, and blood ih-temper'd, vexeth him?

Bru, When I spoke that I was ill-temper'd too

Cat, Do you confess so much? Give me yooi
band.

Bru, And my heart too.

Cat, Brutus t—

.^ti. What's the matter ?

Cat, Have you not love enough to bear with me
When that rash humour which my mother gavemt
Makes me fora^etful.

Bru, 1 es, Cassius ; and. from henceforth

When yon are over earnest with your Brutus,
Hell think your mother chides, and leave you so

[NoitevnOvm,

BDtt. [WWmi,'\ Let me go in to see the general^
There is some grudge between them, 'tis not meet
They be alone.

Luc. [Within.'l You shall not come to them.

Bott, \W%thin.\ Nothing but death shall stay me.

.ButtfrPoet

Oat, How now? what's the matter?

Tott. "For shame, you generals ? What do you
mean?
Love, and be friends, as two such men should be ;
For I have seen more years, I am sure, than ye.

Cat* Ha ! ha ! how vilely doth this cynic rhyme I

Bru. Get you bonce, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence!

vat* Bear with him, Brutus; tis his fiashion.

.^ti. Ill know his humour, when he knows hia
time:
What should the wars do Mith these Jigging fools?
Companion, hence!

Cat. Away, away, be gone I [BkU Poet

Enter LudLius and TrmnuB.
Bru. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.
Cat, And come yourselves, and bring Messala
with you,
Lnmediately to us.

[Exeunt Lucilius and Tmsius.
Bru, Lucius, a bowl of wine.

Cat. I did not think you oould have been so

angry.
Bru, O Cassius, T am sick of many griefii.
Cat. Of your philosophy you make no nsOi
If you give place to accidental evils.
iru. No man bears sorrow better.— Portia is

dead.
Cat. Hal Portia?
Bru, She is dead.

Cat. How 'bcap'd I killing when I oroas^ yoa
so?—
O insupportable and touching loss!
Upon wuat sickness ?

Bru Impatient of my absence ;

And grief that young Octavius with Hark Antony
Have made themselves so strong;— for with her

death
That tidings came :— With this she fell distract.
And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire.
Cat. And died so?
Bru, Even sa
Cat, ye immortal gods I

Enter Lucius, vnth wuie and t€^ert»
Bru, Speak no more of her. — Give me a bowl
of wine :— ^ ^

In this I bury all nnkindnes%^jC^y([uf(^ IDriukt



666 JULIUS

Com, M j hesurt is thfritj for that noble pledge :
FQI, Lociiis, till the wine o^erswell the cap ;
I oumol drink too much of Brutus' love. [Drinka,

Reenter TiTiinus, with MsaaAUi.
Am. Come in, Titinius:— Welcome, good Mee-

Now sit we close about this taper here,
And call in question onr necessities.

Cof. Portia, art thou gone ?

Bnu No more, I pray yoo*—

Messala, I haye here received letters,
That jonng Octavius and Mark Antony
Come down upon us with a mighty power,
Bending their expedition toward Pbiiippi.

Mu, livself have letters of the self-same tenor.

BrtL With what addition ?

MeM, That by proscription, and bflls of outlawry*
Oetavius, Antony, and Lepidus,
Have put to death an hundred senators.

Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree;
Mine speak of seventy senators that died
By theirproscriptioDs, Cicero being one.

Cat. Cicero one?

MeM. Cicero is dead.

And by that order of proscription.—
Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?

Bru, No, Messala.

Mat, Nor nothing in vour letters writ of her?

Am. Nothing, Messala.

Mes, That, methinks, is strange.

Bru, Why ask yon ? Hear yuu aught of her in
yours?

Me», No, my lord.

Bru, Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.

MtM, Then like a Roman bear the truth 1 tell:
For certain sUe is dead, and by strange manner.

Bru, Why, iareweU, Portia.— We must die,
Messala:
With meditating that she most die onc«,
I have the patience to endure it now.

Ma^ Lven so great men great losses should
endure.

Cat, I have as much of this in art as you,
But yet my nature could not bear it so.

Bru, Well, to our work alive. What do you
thiiik
Of marching to Philippi presently?

Cos. 1 do not think it good.

Bru, Your reason?

Cos. This it is;

Tis better that the enemy seek as :
Bo shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,
Domg himself offence ; whilst we, lying still,
Ire toll of rest, defence, and nimbleness.

Bru, Good reasons must, of force, give place to
better.
The people, twixt Philippi and this groonil,
Do stana but in a forc'd affection ;
For they have grudg d us contribution:
The enemy, marching along by them,
hj them shall make a fuller number up.
Come on refreshed, new-added, and encounu^'d;
From which advantage shall we cut him off.
If at Philippi we do tace him there,
These people at oar back.

Cos. Hear me, good brother.

Bru, Under your pardon. — You most note
beside.
That we have tried the ntmoet of oar friends,
Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe:
The enemy increaseth every day,
We, at the height, are read/ to deoline.



O^BAR.

There is a tide in the affiurs of men,

Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune:

Omitted, all the voyage of their life

Is bound in shallows and in miseries.

On such a full sea are we now afloat ;

And we must take the current when it serves,

Or lose our ventures.

Cat, Then, withyoor %ril], go oo :

Well along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi

Bru, The deep of night is crept upon oar talk,
A.nd nature must obey necessity;
Which we will niggard with a little rest.
There is no more to say?

Cos, No more. Goodnight;

Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.

^rii. Lucius, my gown. [JEadtlAiCOiB.'] Fare
well, good Messala ; —
Good night, Titinius :— Noble, noble Cassias, ,
Good night, and good repose.

Com. Q mv dear brother Y

This was an ill beginning of the night :
Never come sucli division tween our souls I
Let it not, Bratus.

Bru, Everything is welL

Cat, Good night, my lord.

Bru. Good night« good brother.

Tir., Ma. Good night, lord Bruius.

Bru Farewell, every one.

[EaeeutU Cab., Tit., mtd Meb.

Be-aUer Lucius, with the gown.

GHve me the go>m. Where is thy instrument?

Luc Here in the tent

Bru, What, thou speak*8t drowsily ?

Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'erwatoh'dL
Call Claudius, and some other of my men:
lU have them sleep on cudhions in my tent.

Luc Yarro and Claudius!

Enier Yarro and Claudius.

Far. Calls my lord?

Bru. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep;
It may be, I tihall rais^j you by and by
On business to my brother Cassius.

Var. So please you, we will stand, and watcb
your pleasure.

Bru. I will not have it so : lie down, good sirs;
It may be, I shall other%irise bethihk me.
Look, Lucius, here*s the book i sought for so:
I pat it in the pocket of my gown.

(^Servants He dowm.

Luc I was sure your lordship did not give it
me.

Bru, Bear with me, good boy, I am maob
forgetful.
Canst thou hold up thy heavy e^es awhile.
And touch thy instrument a strain or two ?

Luc. Ay, my lord, an it please you.

Bru. It does, my boy .

I trouble thee too much, but thoa art willmg.

Luc It is my duty, sir.

Bru, I should not urge thy dut^ past thy might:
I know yoang bloods look for a time of rest.

Luc I have slept, my lord, already.

Brvt, It was well done; and thoa shalt sleep

I will nothold thee long: if I do live,
I will be good to thee. [Mude and a Mong,

This is a sleepy tune :— O murdVous slumberl
Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy,
That plays thee masio?— Gentle knave, good

night;
T will not do thee so much wrong^to wake iheOi

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If thou doflt nod, thon break st ihy instniment ;
111 take it fh)in thee: and, good boy, good uight.
Let me see, let me see >-Is not the leaf tum'd

down
Where 1 left readug? Here it is, I think.

[HesUtdoum,

Enter the Qhoet o/Cjbbar.

Mow ill this taper burns I— 'Ha ! who oomes here ?
( think it is the weakness of mine e^es
rhat shapes this monstrous apparition.
It oomes apon me : — Art thoa anything?
Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
That mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to stare?
Bpeak to me what thoa art.

Ohoit, Thy evil spirit, Brutus.

Bru, Why eom*st thou ?

• OhoeL To tell thee, thoa shalt see me at Phllippi.

Am. Well: Then I shall see thee again?

GhciL Ay, at Philippi.

[Ghost vanmee,

Bnu Why, I will see thee at Philippi then.—
Now I have taken heart thoa vanishest :
ni spirit, I would hold more talk with thee. —
Boy I Ludosl— Varrol Claadios! Sirs, awakel—
Claodiust



C^SAB, 667

Luc The stings, my lord, are fiitse.

Bru» He thinks he still is at his instrument-
Lucius, awake.

Luc My lord.

Bru, Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so
criedst out ?

Lue, My lord, I do not know that I did ery.

Bru, Yes, that thou didst : didst thou see any
thing ?

Luc Nothing, my lord.

Bru. Bleep again, Lucius.— Sirrah, ClaudiosI
Fellow thou! awake I

Var. Mv lord.

Clou. My lord.

Bru, Why did you so cry out, sirs? in yooi
sleep?

Var.f CUm.y Did we, my lord ?

Bnu Ay ; saw yon anything ?

Var, No, my lord, I saw nothing.

CUau Nor I, my lord.

Bru, Go, and commend me to my brother
Cassius ;
Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
And we will follow.

Var,, Clou, It shall be done, my lord.

[EaeeunL



ACT V.



SCENE l^The Ptaba qt PhHippL



MmUr OcTAvnra, Amtovt, and their Army.

Oct, Now, Antony, our hopes are answered.
Toa said the enemy would not come down,
But keep the hills and upper regions ;
It proves not so : their battles are at hand;
They mean to warn ns at Philippi here.
Answering before we do demand of them.

AmL Tut, 1 am in their bosoms, and I know
Wherefore they do it : they could be content
To visit other places ; ana come down
With fearfal bravery, thinking, by this face.
To &sten in oar thoughta that they have courage;
Bat *tis not ao.

JWsr a Messenger.

i/cM. Prepare you, generab:

The enemy eomes on in gallant show ;
Their bloodjjr sign of battle is hnn^ out.
And something to be done immediately.

Ani. Octovius, lead your battle softly on,
Upon the left hand of the even field.

OcL Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left.

AnL Why do yoa cross me in this exigent ?

OtU I do not cross yoa ; bat I will do so.

[Martk,

Dntm. JbUer Bbutus, Cassiub, and their Army;
Luoiuue, Trrunus, Messala, andothen,

Bru, Th^ stand, and would have parley.
Oae, Stand fast, Titmius: We must oat and

talk.
OeL Mark Antooj, shall we give sign of

battle?
AmL No, Ciesar, we will answer on their charge.
Make forth ; the generals would have some words.
Oct. Stir not until the signal.
Bru, Words before blows : Is it so, countrymen ?
Oct Not that we love words better, as you do.
Bru, Good words are better than bad strokes,

Octaviuf.
AM, In your bad strokes, Bnttoai yoa give good

wofde:



Witness the hole you made in Caesar^ heart,
Crying, ** Long live I hail, Caesar I**
Cat. Antony,

The poetare of your blows are yet unknown ;
But tor your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.
Ant, Not stingless too.

Bru, 0, yes, and soundless too.
For you have stolen their buzzing, Antony,
And, very wisely, threat before you sting.
AnL villains, you did not so, when your vile
dagKers
Uaok'd one another in the sides of Cssar:
You show'd your teeth like apes, and &wn*d like

hounds.
And bow*d like bondmen, kissing CaBsar*s feet;
Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind,
Struck Caesar on the neck. O you flatterers !
Cos, Flatterers I— Now, Brutus, thank your
self:
This tongue had not offended so to-day.
If Cassius might have rul'd.
Oct, Come, come, the cause: If arguing make
us sweat,
The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
Look, 1 draw ft sword against conspirators;
When think you that the sword goes op

again?—
Never, tilT Caesar's three-and-thhrty wounds
Be well aveng'd ; or till another Cesar
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
Bru, Caesar, thoa canst not die by traitors*
hands.
Unless thoa bring*st them with thee.

Oct, So I hope;

I was not bom to die on Brutus* sword.

Bru, 0, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
Young man, then couldst not die more honourable.
Cae. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such
honour.
Joined with a masker and a reveller.
AnL Old Cassias still!
Oct, Come, Antony; aw^>>«



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If you dare fight to-day, oome to the field ;
If not, when you have stomachs.

[Exeunt 0CTAVIU8, Antony, and their Army,

Cat. Why, now, blow, wmd ; swell, billow ; and
swim, bark I
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.

£ru. Ho ! Ludlius ; hark, a word with you.

Luc. My lord.

[Brutus and Luoilius converse apart.

Oat. Messala,^

Met. What says my general ?

Gat. Messala ?

This is my birthday ; as this veiy day
Was Cassius bom. Give me thy hand, Messala
Be thou my witness that, against my will,
As Pompey was, am I compelled to set
Upon one battle all our liberties.
You know that I held Epicurus strong:.
And his opinion : now I change my mind,
And partly credit things that do pi-esage.
Coming from Sardis, on our foimer ensign
Two mighty eagles fell ; and there they perch'd.
Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' nands,
Who to Philippi hero consorted us ;
This morning aro they fled away, and gone ;
And in their steads do ravens, crows, and kites,
Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us.
As we wero sickly prey ; their shadows seem
A canopy most fatal, under which
Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.

Met. Believe not so.

Ccu. I but believe it partly ;

For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd
To meet all perils vcij constantly.

£ru. Even so, Lucilius.

G(U. Now, most noble Brutus,

The gods to-day stand fncndlv ; that we may.
Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age !
But. since the affairs of men rest still incei'tain,
Let s reason with the worst that may befall.
If we do lose this battle, then is this
The very last time we shall speak together :
What are you then determined to do ?

£ru. Even by the rule of that philosophy
By which I did blame Cato for the death
Which he did ^ve himself : - I know not how,
But I do find it cowardly and vile.
For fear of what might fall, so to prevent
The time of life : — arming myself with patience,
To stay the providence of some high powers.
That govern ub below.

Cat. Then, if we lose this battle.

You are contented to be led in triumph
Through the streets of Rome ?

£ru. No, Cassius, no : think not, then noble
Boman,
That ever Brutus will ^o bound to Rome ;
He brars too great a mmd. But this same day
Must end that work the ides of March begun ; ;
And whether we shall meet again I know not.
Therefore our everlasting farewell take :—
For ever and for ever, farewell, Cassius !
If we do meet again, why^ we shall smile ;
If not, why then this partmg was well made.

Ccu. For ever and tor ever, farewell, Brutus !
If we do meet a^n, 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 business ere it come !
But it sufficeth that the day will end.
And then the end is known.— Come, oh 1 away I



SCENE n. — T^MffM. The Field of BatiU.
Alarum. j?n/tfr Brutus an^ Mbsbaua.



Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride and give
bills
Unto the legions on the other side :

[Loud alarwn.
Let them set on at once ; for I perceive
But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing.
And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
Ride, ride, Messala : let them all come down.

[Exeuni.

SCENE m.— The tame. Another FHH of the
Field.

Alarum. Enter Cassius and Titinius.

Cat. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
M^rself have to mine own turn'd enemy ;
This ensign here of mine was turning hack ;
I slew the coward, and did take it from him.

TU. O Cassius, Brutut gave the woixl too early ;
Who, having some advantage on Octavius,
Took it too eagerly : his soldiers fell to spoil
Whilst we by Antony are all enclosed.

Enter Pindabus.

Pin. Fly Airther off, my lord, fly fUrtber off;
Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord !
Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.

Cat. This hill is far enough. Look, look,
Titinius :
Are those my tents where I perceive the fire ?

Tit. They are, my lord.

Cat. Titinius, if thou lov'st 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 ma^ rest assur'd
Whether yond' troops are friend or enemv.

Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought.

\Esat.

Cat. Gro, Pindarus, get higher on that hul ;
My sight was ever thick ; regard Titinius,
And tell me what thou not'st about the field. —

[Exit Pindarus.
This day I breathed first : time is come round.
And where I did begin there shall I end ;
My life is run his compass. — Sirrah, what news ?

jPin. [Above.] O my lord!

Cat. What news ?

Pin. Titinius is enclosed round about
With horsemen that make to him on the spur,
Yet he spurs on. — Now they are almost on him :
Now, Titinius !— Now some light : — O, he lights

too; —
He's ta'en ;— and hark ! they shout for joy.

[8ho^.

Cat. Come down, behold no more. —
O, coward that I am, to live so long.
To see my best friend ta'en before my fiu»!

Enter Pindabus.

Come hither, sirrah :

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!
Now, be a freeman ; and, with this good sword.
That ran through Caesar's boweu, search this

bosom.
Stand not to answer : Here, take thou the hUts ;
And, when my fkce ii cover'd, m 'tiaiiow. i

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JULIUS
QxAiB tbon the sword-^GsBsar, thoo trt reyeng'd,
Even with the aword that kiird thee. Tinisf.

Fin, 80, I am free; yet weald not so have been,
Durst I have done mj will. Cassius 1
Far firom this oouutrj Pindams shall ron,
Where never Roman shall take note of him.

[Esat.

B&ttnter Tirnmrs, w&h Mkssala.

Jfef. It is but change, Titinius ; for Ootavios
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
As Cassias' legions are bv Antony.

TiU These tidings will well comfort Cassius.

Jtfes. Where did yon leave him?

Tit, All disconsolate,

With Pindanis his bondman, on this hill.

ifet. Is not that he that lies upon the ground?

Tik He lies not like the living. my heart 1

Mes, Is not that he?

Tit, No, this was he, MeasaU,

But Cassius is no more. — setting sun I
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 I Our oay b gone;
Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are

done!
Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.

ifef. Mistrust of good success hath done this
deed.
hateful error, melancholy's child I
Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not ? O error, soonoonoeiv'd,
Thou never com'st unto a happy birth.
But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee.

Tit. What, Pindarusl Where art thou,
Pindams?

MeM, Seek him, Titinius: whilst I go to meet
The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
Into his ears : I may say, thrusting it ;
For piercing steel, and darts envenomed.
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus
As tidings of this sight.

Tit, Hie you, Messala,

And I will seek for Pindanis the while.

[Exit Messaul.
Why didst thoo send me forth, brave Cassius ?



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