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Cas. I did not think, you could have been so angry. So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,
Cas. Of your philosophy you make no use, Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness.
Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to
The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground,
Do stand but in a forc'd affection ;
The enemy, marching along by them,
By them shall make a fuller number up,
Come on refresh’d, new-added, and encourag'd;
From which advantage shall we cut him olf,
Cas. Hear me, good brother!
That we have try'd the utmost of our friends,
Our legious are brim-full, our cause is ripe:
The enemy increaseth every day;
We, at the height, are ready to decline.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Cas. Then, with your will, go on;
Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
And nature must obey necessity;
Which we will niggarà with a little rest.
There is no more to say?
Cas. No more. Good night!
Early to-morrow will we rise,and hence!
Brú. Lucius, my gown! [ Exit Lucius. ] Farewell,
Good night, Titiuius! - Noble, noble Cassius,
Cus. O my dear brother!
Never come such division 'tween our souls !
Let it not, Brutus !
Cas. Good night, my lord!
Bru. Good night, good brother!
Tit. et Mes. Good night, lord Brutus!
Bru. Farewell, every one!
[Exeunt Cas. Tit, and Mes. Had you your letters from your wife, my lord ?
Re-enter Lucius, with the gown.
Give me the gown. Where is thy iustrument ?
Bru. What, thou speak'st drowsily?
Poor kouve, I blame thee not; thou art o'erwatch’d.
I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
Luc. Varro, and Claudius!
Enter Vaneo and CLAUDIOS.
On business to my brother Cassius.
Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch your
Cas. I have as much of this in art as you, It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me.
Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so;
, to our work alive. What do you think I put it in the pocket of my gown. Of marching to Philippi presently?
[ Serv. lie down. Cas. I do not think good.
Luc. I was sure, your lordship did not give it me. Bru. Your reason?
Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful. Cas. This it is:
Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, "Tis better, that the enemy seek us :
And touch thy instrument a strain or two?
Luc. Ay, my lord, an it please you.
Wherefore they do it: they conld be content
To visit other places; and come down
To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage;
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Prepare you, generals !
Their bloody sign of battle is hung ont,
O murd'rous slumber! Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on
That plays thee music?— Gentle knave, good night! Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thon the left.
Bru. They stand, and would have parley.
Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battic? How ill this taper burns! -Ha! who comes here? Ant. No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge. I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes,
Make forth, the generals would have some words.
Oct. Stir not until the signal.
Octavias. Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good
Crying, Long live! hail, Caesar!
And leave them honeyless.
For you have stol’n their buzzing, Antony,
And, very wisely, threat before you sting. Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instrument. Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers Lucius, awake!
Hack'd one another in the sides of Caesar: Luc. My lord!
You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucias, that thou so hounds, cry’dst out?
And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet;
Cas. Flatterers ! - Now, Brutus, thank yourself:
This tongue had not offended so to-day,
Oct. Come, come, the cause. If arguing make us l'ar. My lord.
sweat, Cluu. My lord.
The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
I draw a sword against conspirators ;
When think you that the sword goes up again?Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing.
Never, till Caesar's three and twenty wounds
Be well aveng'd; or till another Caesar
Bru. Caesar, thou can’st not die by traitors,
Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
Bru. O, if thon wert the noblest of thy strain,
Young man, thou could'st not die more honourable. Enter Octavius, Antony, and their army.
Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour, Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered:
Join'd with a masker and a reveller.
Ant. Old Cassias still!
Oct. Come, Antony ; away!
Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth : Answering before we do demand of them.
If you dare fight to-day, come to the field ; Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
If not, when you have stomachs.
(Exeunt Octavius, Antony, and their army.
Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; and Unto the legions on the other side: (Loud alarum.
Let them set on at once ; for I perceive
But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing,
And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
Ride, ride, Messala, let them all come down![Exeunt.
(Brutus and Lucilius converse apart. SCENE III. — The same. Another part of the field. Cas. Messala,
Alarum. Enter Cassius and TITINIUS.
Cas. 0, look, Titinius, look, the villains lly!
Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy:
This ensign here of mine was turning back;
Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early:
Who, having some advantage on Octavius,
Took it too eagerly; his soldiers fell to spoil,
Whilst we by Antony are all enclos’d.
Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off!
Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord!
Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire?
And here again; that I may rest assur'd,
Whether youd' troops are friend or enemy.
Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. (Exit.
Cas. Co, 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. Cas. Now, most noble Brutus,
This day I breathed first: time is come round,
Cas. What news?
Pin. Titinius is
Make to him on the spur; yet he spurs on. -
Now some 'light:-0, he 'lights too :- he's ta'en ;
They shout for joy.
Cus. Come down, behold no more.-
0, coward that I am, to live so long,
Come hither, sirrah!
In Parthia did I take thee prisoner;
And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
Stand not to answer. Here, take thou the hilts;
And, when my face is cover'd, as ’lis now,
Guide thou the sword. Caesar, thou art revepg'd,
Durst I have done my will. O Cassius !
Re-enter TITINIUS, with Messala.
Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
(Ereunt. Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassias.
Tit. All disconsolate,
Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground? A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;
(Charges the enemy. Tit. No, this was he, Messala,
Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, 1; But Cassius is no more. — O setting son!
Brutus, my country's friend: know me for Bratus. As in thy red rays thou dost sink to night,
[Exit, charging the enemy. Cato is over. So in his red blood Cassius' day is set;
powered, and falls. The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone!
Luc. O young and noble Čato, art thou down? Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are Why, now thou diest as bravely, as Titinias; done!
And may'st be honour'd, being Cato's son. Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.
1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest! Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. Luc. Only I yield to die: O hateful error, melancholy's child !
There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
(Offering money. The things that are not? O error, soon conceiv'd, Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. Thou never com’st unto a happy birth,
1 Sold. We must not. – A poble prisoner! But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee.
2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta’en. Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus? i Sold.I'll tell the news.--Here comes the general. – Mes. Seek hi:n, Titinius : whilst I go to meet
Enter Antony. The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord! Into his ears : I may say, thrusting it;
Ant. Where is he? For piercing steel, and darts envenomed,
Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,
I dare assure thee, that no enemy
Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:
The gods defend him from so great a shame!
When you do find him, or alive, or dead,
(Exit Messala. He will be found like Brutus, like himself, Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? Ant. This is not Brutus, friend! but, I assure you, Did I not meet thy friends ? and did not they A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe, Put on my brows this wreath of victory,
Give him all kindness: I had rather have
And see whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead:
And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent,
[Exeunt. Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I
SCENE V. - Another part of the field.
(Dies. Cli. Statilias show'd the torch-light; but, my lord, Alarum. Re-enter Messata, with Brutus, young He came not back; he is or ta’en, or slaio.
Cato, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, anti Lucilius. Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus! Slaying is the word;
Cli. What, J, my lord ? No, not for all the world.
Bru. Peace then, no words!
Cli, 0, Dardanius!
Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these? - Cli. What ill request did Brutas make to thee?
Dar. To kill him, Clitus: look, he meditates.
Cli. Now is that 'noble vessel full of grief,
Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word!
Vol. What says my lord ?
Bru. Why, this, Volamnius:
The ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me
Two several times by night; at Sardis, once;
And, this last night, here in Philippi
I know, my hour is come.
Vol. Not so, my lord.
Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes ;
Our enemies have beat us to the pit :
then Brutus, Cato, Lucilius, and Others.
Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with Even for that our love of old, I me?
pray I will proclaim my name about the field :
Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho !
Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord'
Cli. Fly, fly, my lord! there is no tarrying here! Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thymaster?
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?
Oct. Do so, Messala!
Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it.
That did the latest service to my master.
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all :
Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
He, only, in a general honest thought,
Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
To part the glories of this happy day.
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
Persons of the Drama.
Taurus, lieutenant-general to Caesar.
Caridius, lieutenant-general to Antony.
ants on Cleopatra.
Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other
A C T
That o'er the files and musters of the war
Have glow'd, like plated Mars, now bend, now turn,
Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,
Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst