Enclosed round about with horsemen, that They shout for joy. [Shout. Cas. Come down, behold no more.O, coward, that I am, to live so long, To see my best friend ta'en before Enter Pindarus. Come hither, sirrah : In Parthia did I take thee prisoner: my face! And then I swore thee, saving of thy life, Thou should'st attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath: Now be a freeman; and, with this good sword, [Dies. Re-enter Titinius, with Messala. [Exit. Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. Tit. Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground? Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart! Mes. Is not that he? Tit. No, this was he, Messala, The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone; Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done! 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, The things that are not? O error, soon conceiv'd, Thou never com'st unto a happy birth, But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee. Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus? Tit. [Exit Messala. And bid me giv't thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts ? Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing. [Dies. Alarum. Re-enter Messala, with Brutus, young Cato, Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? Cato. He is slain. Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails. [Low alarums. Brave Titinius ! Cato. Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more tears "Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Another part of the field. Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both armies; then Brutus, Cato, 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 :- 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; [Offering money. Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. 1 Sold. We must not.-A noble prisoner! 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news.-Here comes the gene ral:- Enter Antony. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: I dare assure thee, that no enemy Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus : Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, • Whether. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Another part of the field. Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and Vo lumnius. Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. Cli. 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. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! Dar. Cli. O, Dardanius! Dar. O, Clitus! [Whispers him. I do such a deed? 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: 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; Vol. Not so, my lord. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou see'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, |