Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares? Cas. O ye gods! ye gods! Must I endure all this? Bru. All this? ay, more: Fret, till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, Cas. Is it come to this? Bru. You say, you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: For mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Brutus ; Cas. What? durst not tempt him? For your life you durst not. Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love, I may do that I shall be sorry for. Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats: For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me, as the idle wind, Which I respect not. I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me;For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection. I did send Το you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: Was that done like Cassius? Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts, Dash him to pieces! Cas. Bru. You did. Cas. I denied you not. I did not he was but a fool, That brought my answer back.-Brutus hath riv'd2 my heart: A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, appear As huge as high Olympus. My spirit from mine eyes!-There is my dagger, better Sheath your dagger: Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius. Cas. Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour, which my mother gave me, Makes me forgetful? Bru. Yes, Cassius; and, henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so. [Noise within. Poet. [Within.] Let me go in to see the generals; There is some grudge between them, 'tis not meet They be alone. Luc. [Within.] You shall not come to them. Poet. [Within.] Nothing but death shall stay me. Enter Poet. Cas. How now? What's the matter? Poet. For shame, you generals; What do you mean? Love, and be friends, as two such men should be; For I have seen more years, I am sure, than ye. Cas. Ha, ha; how vilely doth this cynic rhyme! Bru. Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence. Cas. Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion. Bru. I'll know his humour, when he knows his time: What should the wars do with these jiggling fools? Away, away; begone. Enter Lucilius and Titinius. Bru. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders Prepare to lodge their companies to-night. Cas. And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you, Immediately to us. [Exe. Lucilius and Titinius, Bru. Lucius, a bowl of wine. Cas. I did not think, you could have been so angry. Bru. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs. Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, If you give place to accidental evils. Bru. Even so. Cas. O ye immortal gods! Enter Lucius, with wine and tapers. In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius. [Drinks. side, That we have try'd the utmost of our friends, Bru. Come in, Titinius :-Welcome, good Mes- On such a full sea are we now afloat; sala. Now sit we close about this taper here, And call in question our necessities. Mes. Myself have letters of the self-same tenor. Mes. That by proscription, and bills of outlawry, Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree; Mes. Ay, Cicero is dead, Mes. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her? That, methinks, is strange. Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. With meditating that she must die once,2 Mes. Even so great men great losses should en- Cas. I have as much3 of this in art as you, But yet my nature could not bear it so. think Of marching to Philippi presently? Cas. I do not think it good. Bru. Cas. Your-reason? This it is: 'Tis better, that the enemy seek us: So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, And we must take the current when it serves, Then, with your will, go on; Which we will niggard with a little rest. Cas. No more. Good night; Tit. Mes. Good night, lord Brutus. Farewell, every one. Luc. Here in the tent. Enter Varro and Claudius. Var. Calls my lord? Bru. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent, and sleep; Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch Bru. I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs; [Servants lie down. Luc. I was sure, your lordship did not give it me. Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful. Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes a while, better. The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground, (1) Force. (2) At some time. (3) Theory. Luc. It is my duty, sir. Bru. It is well done; and thou shalt sleep again; Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. [He sits down. Enter the Ghost of Cæsar. How ill this taper burns!-Ha! who comes here? It comes upon me:-Art thou any thing? Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. Why com'st thou ? Then I shall see thee again? Ghost. Ay, at Philippi. [Ghost vanishes. Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then. Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest : Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee. Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their army; Bru. They stand, and would have parley. Bru. Words before blows: Is it so, countrymen? Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good Boy! Lucius!-Varro! Claudius! sirs, awake!-Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart, Claudius! Bru. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep? Nor I, my lord. Bid him set on his powers betimes before, And we will follow. It shall be done, my lord. ACT V. [Exeunt. Crying, Long live! hail, Cæsar! Cas. Antony, The posture of your blows are yet unknown; But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, And leave them honeyless. Ant. Not stingless too. Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar : And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet; Cas. Flatterers !-Now, Brutus, thank yourself: Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing make us sweat, The proof of it will turn to redder drops. I draw a sword against conspirators; SCENE I-The plains of Philippi. Enter Oc- Unless thou bring'st them with thee. tavius, Antony, and their army. Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered: Messala, This is my birth-day; as this very day This morning are they fled away, and gone; Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost. Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, Cas. Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; (1) Throw. (2) Foremost. (3) Accompanied. 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. SCENE III.-The same. Another part of the field. Alarum. Enter Cassius and Titinius. Cas. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy: This ensign here of mine was turning back; I slew the coward, and did take it from him. 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. 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. Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius; Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire? Cas. Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. [Exit. Now be a freeman; and, with this good sword, Re-enter Titinius with Messala. The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! It is impossible, that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more tears To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.||I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.--Come, therefore, and to Thassos send his body; His funeral shall not be in our camp, Lest it discomfort us.-Lucilius, come;--And come, young Cato; let us to the field.[Ex. || Labeo, and Flavius, set our battles on:'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night We shall try fortune in a second fight. [Exeunt. SCENE IV-Another part of the field. AlarEnter fighting, Soldiers of both armies; then Brutus, Cato, Lucilius, and others. Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads! Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. All disconsolate, Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. deed. um. 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? Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this 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. O hateful error, melancholy's child! Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus? Hie you, Messala, Tit. And bid me give't thee? Didst thou not hear their Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing. [Dies. Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this Cli. Statilius show'd the torch-light; but, my lord, [Whispering. Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world. Bru. Peace then, no words. Cli. |