Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power, As Cassius' legions are by Antony. Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. Tit. All disconsolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground? Tit. No, this was he, Messala, But Cassius is no more.-O setting sun! The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone; 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. Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus? The noble Brutus, thrusting this report Into his ears: I may say, thrusting it; Tit. Hie you, Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus the while. Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? Put on my brows this wreath of victory, [Exit MESSALA. And bid me give't thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts ? 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 see how I regarded Caius Cassius. By your leave, gods:-This is a Roman's part: Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. [Dies. Alarum.-Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young CATO, Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? Bru. Titinius' face is upward. Cato. He is slain. Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords Cato. Brave Titinius! [Low alarums. Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius ! It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more tears [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Another part of the Field. Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads! I will proclaim my name about the field : I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; [Charges the enemy. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus. [Exit, charging the enemy. CATO is overpowered, and falls. Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; And may'st be honour'd being Cato's son. 1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest. Luc. Only I yield to die: There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. [Offering money. 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news.-Here comes the general :— Enter ANTONY. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. Ant. Where is he? Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: I dare assure thee, that no enemy Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus: The gods defend him from so great a shame! Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe, Give him all kindness: I had rather have SCENE V.-Another part of the Field. [Exeunt. Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS. [Whispering. Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: Slaying is the word; Dar. O, Clitus! [Whispers him. 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: The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me Two several times by night: at Sardis, once; Vol. Not so, my lord. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes; It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, Thou know'st, that we two went to school together; Even for that our love of old, I pray thee, Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. [Alarum still. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. Bru. Farewell to you;-and you;-and you, Volumnius.— Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; Farewell to thee too, Strato.-Countrymen, My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life, So, fare you well at once: for Brutus' tongue Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. [Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, fly. Bru. Hence; I will follow thee. [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS. I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? Stra. Give me your hand first: Fare you well, my lord. I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. [He runs on his sword and dies. Alarum.-Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and their Army. Oct. What man is that? Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy master? For Brutus only overcame himself, And no man else hath honour by his death. Luc. So Brutus should be found.--I thank thee, Brutus, 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. 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; He, only, in a general honest thought, So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, Oct. According to his virtue let us use him, * Receive into my service. [Exeunt. † Recommend. 25 MENECRATES, Friends of VARRIUS, TAURUS, Lieutenant-general to CANIDIUS, Lieutenant-general to SILIUS, an Officer in Ventidius' A SOOTHSAYER.-A CLOWN. CLEOPATRA, Queen of Egypt. CHARMIAN, • Attendants on Cleo- patra. OFFICERS, SOLDIERS, MESSENGERS, and other ATTENDANTS. SCENE, dispersed; in several Parts of the Roman Empire. ACT I. SCENE I-Alexandria. A Room in CLEOPATRA'S Palace. Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO. Phil. Nay, but this dotage of our general's, O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plaited Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges* all temper; And is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gypsy's lust. Look where they come ! Flourish. Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, with their Trains ; Eunuchs fanning her. Take but good note, and you shall see in him *Renounces. |