CASSIUS.

What now?

PINDARU S.

TITINIUS is feiz'd on by the Foc.

CASSIUS.

Oh, he is taken, and they shout for Joy.

[CASSIUS goes alfo to view.

Come down, come down;

Oh, I have liv'd to fee my beft Friend loft!
And by my own Procurement! PINDARUS,
I took thee Pris'ner once, and fpar'd thy Life;
All the return I ask, is, now take mine.

[PINDARUS turns away weeping.

I am thy General, and Mafter too;

Yet I have us'd thee as becomes a Friend:
A Friend will not deny my last Request.
Kill me with this; with this I flew the Tyrant.

[CASSIUS prefents him his Dagger.

Is there Neceffity?

PINDARUS.

CASSIUS.

Thou fee'ft there is.

Dispatch it quickly, while I turn my Face.

PINDARU S.

Then farewel, worthy CASSIUS.

[PINDARUS kills himself.

CAS

CASSIUS.

What, gone before me? Did I need Example?
For fhame now CASSIUS do thy own last work ;
PINDARUS leads the Honourable Way.

[Falls on his Sword.

SCENE IV.

Enter TITINIUS, meeting one of CASSIUS's Officers just entring at the other Door.

TITINI US.

BRUTUS with chearful News greets CAIUS CASSIUS;
And, having broke the Forces of OCTAVIUS,
Is hafting hither to relieve his Friend,

OFFICER.

Alas! he comes too late, see there lies CASSIUS!

Enter BRUTUS with Officers.

BRUTUS.

IS CASSIUS on the Ground? O my dear Friend!

[Runs to CASSIUS.

I came to fill thy Ears with pleafing News;

But fuch a Sight has turn'd my Joy to Grief,

CASSIUS.

What, has my feeble Hand made me be taken?

Is CASSIUS to become the Scorn of ANTONY?

[Rifing a little, believing it to be ANTONY,

BRUTUS.

Rather the Grief of ev'ry worthy Roman.
What curfed Hand has flain my dearest Friend?

CASSIUS.

What do I hear, and fee? is BRUTUS there?
A Pris'ner too?

BRUTUS.

The Gods forbid that, CASSIUS:

Look up, and fee thy mournful Friend victorious.
CASSIUS.

Have you then fav'd the Liberty of Rome?
I ask no more, and die with full Content.
But yet I leave my JUNIA behind:

Oh, ftill be tender of that beft of Women!
In being kind to her, remember me.

BRUTUS.

[Dies in his Arms.

Remember thee? Who can forget thy Worth!
With a dead Friend, Difputes are all forgot,

And what is tender takes up all the Mind;
Grief only thinks on that which most promotes it:

[Turns to his Officers.

And oh, I long to give my Sorrow vent;

But our dear Country now claims all my Care.
Summon our Soldiers, that I may with Praise
Keep up that Spirit which has fir'd their Souls.

Enter a confused Multitude of Soldiers.

Hail Fellow-Soldiers, worthy of that Cause
For which you fight fo well. Your Actions past
Urge you to more: Be your own great Example.
On far unequal Terms these Armies meet;
They fight to make Ambition Tyranny,

And themselves Slaves; their Vict'ry is their Ruin.' But if for this one Day you can submit

To one who but commands you for your fakes; (Now proud to lead, while you are pleas'd to follow) You ev'ry one fhall be a Conqueror,

And equal to your General, who seeks

No other Triumph but his Country's Freedom.
End but that Work, and then to foreign Wars.
There's no Man here but may by Merit hope
To lead an Army, and have Me his Soldier.

Acclamations of Applause.

Let prodigal ANTONIUS promife Treasures, Wrench'd from hard Hands of wretched lab'ring

Swains,

Who lift them up to Heav'n to call downVengeance. I can out-bid him, fpite of all his Riches:

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Hark

Hark to the pleafing Sound! 'tis Liberty!
That only nam'd, I need to fay no more.

[Exeunt Soldiers shouting,

SCENE V.

A Trumpet founds mournfully.

BRUTUS.

Silence thofe difmal Notes for CASSIUS' Death
There is no need of Sounds to raise true Sorrow;
And it will chear the Foe to hear us mourn.
Oh CASSIUS! what a lofs art thou to Rome!

[Stooping down to the dead Body,

Trumpet founds again mournful. Enter VARIUS.

VARIUS.

Tis with a trembling Hand I fhew thefe Letters ; Your Grief for CASSIUS, will, alas! be loft;

Like Rivers in the Ocean, fwallow'd up

In fadder News.

BRUTUS.

Speak, is my PORTIA well?

What, make no Anfwer? then 'tis so indeed.
In faying nothing, thou haft told me all,

VARIUS,

Here is the fad Account.

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Holds the Letter to BRUTUS.

BRUTUS.