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Caf. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill,
My fight was ever thick; regard Titinius,
And tell me what thou not'ft about the field.
This day I breathed firft; time is come round;
And where I did begin, there fhall I end ;
My life is run its compafs. 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 fpur ;
Yet he fpurs on. Now they are almost on him;
Titinius! now fome light- -oh, he lights too
He's ta'en-and hark, they fhout for joy.

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

Come hither, firrah;

In Parthia did I take thee prifoner;
And then I fwore thee, faving of thy life,

That whatsoever I did bid thee do,

[Shout.

Thou should't attempt it. Come, now keep thine oath,
Now be a freeman; and, with this good fword,
That ran through Cafar's bowels, fearch this bofom.
Stand not to answer; here, take thou the hilt;
And when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,

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Guide thou the fword- Cefar, thou art reveng'd, Ev'n with the fword that kill'd thee [Kills himself. Pind. So, I am free; yet would not fo have been, Durft I have done my Will. Oh, Caffius,

Far from this counry Pindarus fhall run,

Where never Roman shall take note of him.

[Exit.

Enter Titinius and Meffala.

Mef. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,

As Caffius' legions are by Antony.

Tit. Thefe tidings will well comfort Caffius.
Mef. Where did you leave him?

Tit. All difconfolate,

With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

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

Tit. No, this was he, Messala;

But Caffius is no more! Oh, fetting Sun!
As in thy red rays thou doft fink to night,
So in his red blood Caffius' day is fet;

The Sun of Rome is fet! our day is gone;

Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done; Mistrust of my fuccefs hath done this deed.

Mef. Miftruft of good fuccefs hath done this deed.

Oh hateful Error, Melancholy's child!

Why doft thou fhew to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? Error, foon conceiv'd,
Thou never com'ft unto a happy birth,

But kill'ft the mother that engender'd thee.

Tit. What, Pindarus? where art thou, Pindarus?
Mef. Seek him, Titinius; whilst I go to meet
The noble Brutus, thrufling this report
Into his ears; I may fay, thrufting it;
For piercing fteel, and darts envenomed,
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,
As tidings of this fight.

Tit. Hye you, Messala,

And I will feek for Pindarus the while.
Why didft thou send me forth, brave Caffius!
Did I not meet thy friends, and did not they
Put on my brows this wreath of victory,

[Exit Meff.

And bid me give it thee? didst thou not hear their

fhouts?

Alas, thou haft mifconftru'd 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.

[Stabs himself. [Dies.

Come, Caffius' fword, and find Titinius' heart.
D 3

Alarum.

Alarum. Enter Brutus, Meffala, young Cato, Strato,
Volumnius, and Lucilius.

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

Cato. He is flain.

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

Cato. Brave Titinius!

Look, if he have not crown'd dead Caffius

[Low alarums.

Bru. Are yet two Romans living, such as these? Thou 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 fhall fee me pay.

I fhall find time, Caffius, I fhall find time-
Come, therefore, (18) and to Thaos fend his body:
His funeral shall 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 fhall try fortune in a second fight.

[Exeunt. Alarum. Enter Brutus, Meffala, Cato, Lucilius, and

Flavius.

Bru. Yet, Countrymen, oh, yet hold up your heads. Cato. What baftard doth not? who will go with me? (18) and to Tharfus fend bis Body,] Thus all the Editions hitherto, very ignorantly. But the whole Tenor of Hiftory warrants us to write, as I have restored the Text, Thaffos.-Tharfos was a Town of Cilicia, in Afia Minor: and is it probable Brutus could think of fending Caffius's Body thither out of Thrace, where they were now incamp'd? Thasses, on the contrary, was a little Ifle lying close upon Thrace, and at but a fmall Distance from Philippi, to which the body might very commodiously be tranfported. Vid. Plutarch, Appian, Dion, Caffius, &c.

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I will proclaim my name about the field.
I am the fon of Marcus Cato, ho!

A foe to tyrants, and my Country's friend.
I am the fon of Marcus Cato, ho!

Enter Soldiers, and fight.

Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;
Brutus, my Country's friend; know me for Brutus.

Luc. Oh young and noble Cato, art thou down?
Why, now thou dieft as bravely as Titinius;
And, may't be honour'd, being Cato's Son.
Sold. Yield, or thou diest.
Lue. Only I yield to die;

There is fo much, that thou wilt kill me ftrait;
Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.
Sold. We must not. A noble Prisoner!

Enter Antony.

[Exit.

2 Sold. Room, ho! tell Antony, Brutus is talen. Sold. I'll tell the news, here comes the General: Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my Lord.

Ant. Where is he?

Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is fafe enough.
I dare affure thee, that no enemy
Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:
The Gods defend him from fo great a shame!
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 lefs in worth; keep this man safe,
Give him all kindness. I had rather have
Such men my friends than enemies. Go on,
And fee, if Brutus be alive or dead;
And bring us word unto Octavius' Tent,
How every thing is chanc'd.

[Exeunt.

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SCENE changes to another Part of the Field.

Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and
Volumnius.

Bru. COME, poor Remains of friends, reft on this

rock.

Cli. Statilius fhew'd the torch-light, but, my Lord, He came not back, he is or ta'en, or flain.

Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus; flaying is the word; It is a deed in fafhon. 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. I do fuch a deed?
Cli. Oh, Dardanius!
Dar, Oh, Clitus!

Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee?
Dar. To kill him, Clitus: look, he meditates.
Cli. Now is that noble Veffel 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, Volnmnius;

The Ghoft 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 some.

Vol. Not fo, my Lord.

Bru. Nay, I am fure it is, Volumnius.

Thou feeft 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.

[Alarum.

Good Volumnius,

Thou know'ft, that we two went to school together;
Even for that, our love of old, I pr'ythee,
Hold thou my fword's hilt, while I run on it.

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