SCENE III. JULIUS CÆSAR. Cas. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge:Fill, Luctus, till the wine o'erswell the cup; I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love. Drinks. Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. Good-night, and good repose. O my dear brother Every thing is well. Now sit we close about this taper here, And call in question our necessities. No more, I pray you.- That young Octavius, and Mark Antony, Mes. Myself have letters of the self-same tenor. Mes. That by proscription, and bills of outlawry, Have put to death a hundred senators. Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree: Mes. Ay, Cicero is dead, Had you your letters from your wife, my lord? Mes. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her? That, methinks, is strange. Bru. Why ask you? Hear you aught of her in yours! Mes. No, my lord. Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. Mes. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell: For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. Bru. Why, farewell, Portia. - We must die, Messala: With meditating that she must die once, Mes. Even so great men great losses should en- Cas. I have as much of this in art as you; Bru. Cas. Your reason? Tis better that the enemy seek us: This it is: So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground, For they have grudg'd us contribution: By them shall make a fuller number up, Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encouraged; That we have tried the utmost of our friends, We, at the height, are ready to decline. Cas. Then, with your will, go on: No more. Good-night; • Theory. Bru. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent, and sleep; Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch Bru. I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs; [Servants lie down. Luc. I was sure your lordship did not give it me. Bru. Bear with me, good boy. I am much forgetful. Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. Enter the Ghost of CESAR. Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. Why com'st th Then I shall see thee again? Ay, at Philippi Luc. The strings, my lord, are false. Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instrumen Lucius, awake. Oct. SCENE I.-The Plains of Philippi. Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know, Mess. Enter a Messenger. Prepare you, generals: The enemy comes on in gallant show; Their bloody sign of battle is hung out, And something's to be done immediately. Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on, Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left. [March. Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; Bru. Words before blows: Is it so, country- Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do. Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart, Cas. Antony, The posture of your blows are yet unknown; Ant. Not stingless too. For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony, So I hope; I was not born to die on Brutus' sword. norable. Cas. A peevish school-boy, worthless of such honor, Join'd with a masker and a reveller. Ant. Old Cassius still! [Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army. Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; and swim, bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. Mes. Cas. What says my general! Messala, Cae. Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile If we do lose this battle, then is this daggers Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar: You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet, Cas. Flatterers!-Now, Brutus, thank yourself: Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing make us The proof of it will turn to redder drops. I draw a sword against conspirators; • Summon. The very last time we shall speak together: Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, Cas. That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; If we do meet again, why we shall smile; If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made. The end of this day's business, ere it come! [Exeunt. Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Mark Antony is in your tents, my lo d! Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off. Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius; Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire? Tu. They are, my lord. Сая. 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 may rest assur'd, Whether yond' troops are friend or enemy. Tu. I will be here again, even with a thought. [Exit. Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill;" 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 I shall end; My life is run his compass.-Sirral, what news? Pin. [Above.] O my lord! Cus. 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:-0, he 'lights too-he's ta'enand, hark! [Shout. They shout for joy. Cas. Come down, behold no more.0, coward that I am, to live so long, To see my best friend ta'en before my face! Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. All disconsolate But Cassius is no more.-O setting sun! Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. O hateful error, melancholy's child! Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus? Tit. [Exit MESSALA. shouts! Alas! thou hast misconstrued every thing. [Dies Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young Cato. Cato. Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius! Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these?The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more tears 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, ČATO, 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: [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 over. powered, and falls. Luc. O young and noble Čato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; And may'st be honor', being Cato's son. 1 Sold. Yield, or tu diest. Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough; Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, [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. Ch. Statilius show'd the torch-light; but, my lord, He came not back; he is or ta'en, or slain. Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying 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 myself. [Whispers him. I do such a deed? Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! Dar. Cli. O, Dardanius! Dar. Ó, Clitus! Chi. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? Dar. To kill him, Clitus: Look, he meditates. Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief, That it runs over even at his eyes. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius: list a word. Vol. What says my lord? Bru. Why, this, Volumnius: The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me Two several times by night: at Sardis, once; And, this last night, here in Philippi' fields. I know my hour is come. Not so, my lord. Vol. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Our enemies have beat us to the pit: 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. Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; Bru. Hence; I will follow thee. [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMSIUS. I pr'ythee, 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.-Cæsar, now be still, 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? Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala; The conquerors can but make a fire of him; Luc. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain them.' Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me! Stra. Ay, if Messala will preter2 me to you. Oct. Do so, Messala. 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: Oct. According to his virtue let us use him, [Exeunt • Recommerd GALLUS, MENAS, MENECRATES, Friends of Pompey. TAURUS, Lieutenant-General to Cæsar. SILIUS, an Officer in Ventidius's Army. EUPHRONIUS, an Ambassador from Antony Cæsar. ALEXAS, MARDIAN, SELEUCUS, and DIOMEDES, At tendants on Cleopatra. A Soothsayer. A Clown. CLEOPATRA, Queen of Egypt. OCTAVIA, Sister to Cæsar, and Wife to Antony. CHARMIAN, IRAS, Attendants on Cleopatra. 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 Is come from Cæsar; therefore hear it, Antony. Palace. Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO. Phi. Nay, but this dotage of our general's, O'erflows the measure: Those his goodly eyes, That o'er the tiles and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated 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 tights had burst The buckles on his breast, reneges! all temper; And is become the bellows and the fan, To cool a gipsy'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 The triple pillar of the world transform'd nto a strumpet's fool: behold and see. Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd. Cleo. I'll set a bourn how far to be belov'd. Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth. Enter an Attendant. Att. News, my good lord, from Rome. Ant. Grates3 me:-The sum? Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony. Fulvia, perchance, is angry: Or, who knows If the scarce-bearded Cæsar have not sent His powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this ; Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that; Perform't, or else we damn thee. Ant. How, my love! Cleo. Pe.chance,-nay, and most like, You must not stay here longer, your dismission Renounces. Offends. a Bourd or limit. 4 Subdue, conquer. There's not a minute of our lives should stretch Fye, wrangling queen! |