Imatges de pÓgina

And partly credit things, that do prefage.
Coming from Sardis, on our foremost ensign
Two' mighty eagles fell; and there they perch'd';
Gorging and feeding from our soldiers hands,
Who to Philippi here consorted us :
This morning are 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 were fickly prey; their shadows seem
A canopy most fatal, under which
Our army lies ready to give the ghost.

Mef. Believe not so.

Caf. I but believe it partly ;
For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd
To meet all peril, very constantly.

Bru. Even so, Lucilius.

Caf. Now, most noble Brutus,
The Gods to day stand friendly; that we may,
Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!
But since th' affairs of men reft ftill incertain,
Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
If we do lose this battel, then is this
The very last time we shall speak together.
What are you then determined to do?

Bru. Ev’n by the rule of that Philosophy, (32)
By which I did blame Cato, for the death
Which he did give himself; I know not how,
But I do find it cowardly, and vile,

(32) Bru. Ev'n by the Rule] This Speech from Plutarch our Shakespeare has extremely soften’d in all the offensive parts of it'; as any one may see, who consults the Original: And, with no less Caution, has omnitted his famous Exclamation against Virtue. O Virtue! I have worship'd Thee as a real Good; but find thee only an unfubftantial Name. His great Judgment in this is very remarkable, on two Accounts. First; in his Caution, not to give Oifence to a moral Audience; and Secondly, as he has hereby avoided a Fault

, in drawing his Hero's Character. For to have had Brutus gone of the Stage in the manner Plutarch represents it, would have fuppress’d all that Pity (especially in a Christian Audience;) which it was the Poet's Business to raise. So that, as Shakespeare has manag d this Character, he is as perfect a one for the Stage as Oedipus; which the Criticks so much admire.

Mr. Warburton.


For fear of what might fall, fo to prevent
The time of life; arming my self with patience,
To stay the providence of some high powers,
That govern us below:

Caf. Thep, if, we lose this battel,
You are contented to be led in triumph
Thorough the streets of Rome.

Bru, No, Galius, no; think not, thou noble Roman,
That ever. Brutus will go bound to Rome ;
He bears too great a mind. 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 farewel take;
For ever, and for ever, farewel, Caffius !
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile ;
If not, why, then this parting was well made,

Caf. For ever, and for ever, farewel, Brutus!
If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made.

Bru. Why then, lead on. V, 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, ho, away.

Alarum. Enter Brutus and Meffala.
Bru. Ride, ride, Messala; ride, and give these bills
Unto the legions, on the other side. [Loud alarum,
Let them set on at once; for I perceive
But cold demeanor in Octavius' wing;
And sudden them the overthrow.
Ride, ride, Meffala; let them all come down. [Exe.

Alarum. Enter Cassius and Titinius.
Cas. O look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
My self have to mine own turn'd enemy;
This enlign here of mine was turning back,
I flew the coward, and did take it from him.

Tit. ( Cafius, Brutus gave the word too early;
Who having some advantage on Oétavius,



Took it too eagerly; his soldiers fell to spoil,
Whilft we by Antony were all inclos'd.

Enter Pindarus.
Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off;
Mark Antony is in your Tents, my lord ;
Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.

Caf. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius,
Are those my Tents, where I perceive the fire ?
Tit. They are, my

lord. Caf. Titinius, if thou lov'ft 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.

Tit. I will be here again, ev’n with a thought. [Exit.

Caf. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill,
My light was ever thick ; regard Titinius,
And tell me what thou note'ft about the field.
This day I breathed first; time is come round;
And where I did begin, there shall I end;
My life is run its compass. Now, what news?

Pind. above. Oh, my lord!
Caf. What news?

Pind. Titinius is enclosed round about
With horsemen, that make to him on the spur;
Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him;
Titinius ! now some light oh, he lights too
He's ta'en and hark, they shout for joy. [Shout.

Caf. Come down, behold no more ;
Oh, coward that I am, to live so long,
To see my best friend ta'en before my face!

Enter Pindarus.
Come hither, firrah ;
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,



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That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this bosom.
Stand not to answer ; here, take thou the hilt;
And when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,
Guide thou the sword Cefar, thou art reveng'd,
Ev'n with the sword that kill'd thee. [Kills himself.

Pind. So, I am free; yet would not so have been,
Durft I have done my Will. Oh, Cafius!
Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
Where never Roman Thall take note of him. [Exit.

Enter Titinius, and Meffala.
Mes. It is but Change, Titinius ; for Octavius
Is overthrown by Noble Brutus' power,
As Caffius' legions are by Antony.

Tit. These ridings will well comfort Caffius.
Mes. Where did you leave him?

Tit. All disconsolate,
With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground?
Tit. He lies not like the living. Oh my heart!
Mes. Is not that he?

Tit. No, this was he, Meffala ;
But Cafius is no more! Oh, setting Sun!
As in thy red rays thou doft link to night,
So in his red blood Casius' day is set;
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. Miftruft of good success hath done this deed. Oh hateful Error, Melancholy's child! Why dost thou shew to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not? Error, soon conceiv'd, Thou never com'ft unto a happy birth, But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee.

Tit. What, Pindarus? where art thou, Pindarus ?

Mes. Seek him, Titinius; whilft I go to meet
The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
Into his ears; I may say, thrusting it;
For piercing steel, and darts invenomed,
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,
As tidings of this fight.


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Tới Hye you, Meala, .
And I will seek for:Pindarus the while. [Exit Me
Why didst thou send me forthy, braye Caffius!
Did I'not meet thy friends, and did not chey
Put on my brows-this wreath of victory, .
And bid me give it thee? didft thou not hear their

Alas, thou hast misconstru'd ev'ry 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 see how I regarded Caius Caffius.
By your leave, Gods This is a Roman's part,

[Stabs himself Come, Cafius sword, and find Titinius? heart. [Dies. Alarum. Enter Brutus, Meffala, young Gato, Strato,

Volumnius, and Lucilius.
Bru. Where, where, Mejala, doth his body lye?
Mes. Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it,
Bru. Titinius' face is upward.
Cato. He is flain.

Bru. Oh Julius Cæfars, thou art mighty yet!
Thy Spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords
In our own proper entrails.

[Low alarums.
Cato. Brave Titinius!
Look, if he have not crown’d dead. Cafius! -

Bru. Are yet two Romans living, such as these?
Thou last of all the Romans ! fare thee well;
It is impossible,, that ever Rome
Should breed, thy fellow. (33) Friends, I owe more

To this dead man, than you shall, see me pay,

I (33)

Friends, I owe more Tears
To this dead Man) This Paslage (bu; why, I know not) seems
twice to have been sneer'd in Beaumont and Fletcher's Knight of the burn-
ing Peftle. Lucé crying over alper, her Sweetheart, suppos'd dead, says;

Good Friends, depart a little, whilf I take
My Leave of this dead Man, that once I lovid.


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