And I will feek for Pindarus the while.

[Exit MESSALA,

Why didst thou fend me forth, brave Caffius?

Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they
Put on my brows this wreath of victory,

And bid me give 't thee? Didft thou not hear their fhouts ?

Alas, thou haft mifconftrued every 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:
Coine, Caffius' sword, and find Titinius' heart,

[Dies.

Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS,

Bru. Where, where, Meffala, doth his body lie?
Mef. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it.
Bru. Titinius' face is upward.

Cato.

He is flain.

Bru. O Julius Cæfar, thou art mighty yet! Thy fpirit walks abroad, and turns our fwords In our own proper entrails.

Cato.

[Low alarums.

Brave Titinius !

Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Caffius!

Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these ?— The laft of all the Romans, fare thee well!

It is impoffible, that ever Rome

Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more tears
To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.-
I fhall find time, Caffius, I fhall find time.-
Come, therefore, and to Thaffos fend his body;

His funerals fhall not be in our camp,

Left it discomfort us.-Lucilius, come ;—
And come, young Cato; let us to the field.—
Labeo, and Flavius, fet our battles on:-
'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night
We shall try fortune in a fecond fight.

SCENE IV.

Another part of the field.

[Exeunt.

Alarum. Enter, fighting, foldiers of both armies; then
BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and Others.

heads!

Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your
Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me?

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;
I am the fon of Marcus Cato, ho!

[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 fon.
1 Sold. Yield, or thou dieft.

Luc.
There is fo much, that thou wilt kill me straight;

Only I yield to die :

[Offering money.

Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. 1 Sold. We must not.-A noble prisoner!

G 3

2 Sold.

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 affure thee, that no enemy

Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus :

The gods defend him from fo great a fhame!
When you do find him, or alive, or dead,
He will be found like Brutus, like himself.
Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I affure you,
A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe,
Give him all kindness: I had rather have
Such men my friends, than enemies. Go on,
And fee whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead;
And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent,
How every thing is chanc'd.

SCENE V.

Another part of the field.

[Excunt.

Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and

VOLUMNIUS.

Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, reft on this rock. Cli. Statilius fhow'd the torch-light; but, my lord,

He came not back; he is or ta'en, or flain.

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.

Cli. 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; lift a word.
Vol. What fays my lord?

Bru.

Why, this, Volumnius :
The ghost of Cæfar hath appear'd to me

Two feveral times by night: at Sardis, once;
And, this last night, here in Philippi' fields.
I know, my hour is come.

Vol.

Not fo, my lord.
Bru. Nay, I am fure it is, Volumnius.

Thou fee'st 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'ft, that we two went to school together;
Even for that our love of old, I pray thee,
Hold thou my fword-hilts, whilst I run on it.
Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord.

[Alarum ftill.

Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.
Bru. Farewell to you ;-and you ;-and you, Volum-
nius.-

Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Farewell to thee too, Strato.-Countrymen,
My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life,
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I found

I found no man, but he was true to me.
I fhall have glory by this lofing day,
More than Octavius, and Mark Antony,
By this vile conquest shall attain unto.

So, fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue

Hath almost ended his life's history:

Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,

That have but labour'd to attain this hour.

[Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, fly.

Cli. Fly, my lord, 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 refpe&t;

Thy life hath had fome fmatch of honour in it:

Hold then my fword, and turn away thy face,

While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?

Stra. Give me your hand firft: Fare you well, my lord.

Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cæfar, now be ftill;

I kill'd thee not with half so good a will.

[He runs on his fword, and dies.

Alarum, Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and their army.

O. What man is that?

Mef. My mafter's man.-Strato, where is thy master? Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Meffala; The conquerors can but make a fire of him;

For Brutus only overcame himself,

And no man else hath honour by his death.

Luc. So Brutus fhould be found.-I thank thee, Brutus, That thou haft prov'd Lucilius' saying true.

oa.