Tit. Mes. Good night, Lord Brutus. Bru. Farewell, every one. [Exeunt all but Brutus. Re-enter Lucius, with the gown. Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument ? Luc. Here in the tent. Bru. What, thou speak'st drowsily? Poor knave, I blame thee not: thou art o'erwatch'd. Call Claudius and some other of my men; I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent. Luc. Varro and Claudius! Enter Varro and Claudius. Var. Calls my lord? Bru. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep; It may be I shall raise you by and by On business to my brother Cassius. Var. So please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure. Bru. I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs; It may be I shall otherwise bethink me. Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so; [Var. and Clau. lie down. [ful. It does, my boy: I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. Luc. It is my duty, sir. Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might; I know young bloods look for a time of rest. Luc. I have slept, my lord, already. Bru. It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again; I will not hold thee long: if I do live, I will be good to thee. [Music, and a song. This is a sleepy tune. O murderous slumber, Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, That plays thee music? Gentle knave, good night: I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee: If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument; I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night. Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turn'd down Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. Enter the Ghost of Cæsar. How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here? Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. Ghost. To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi. Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then. Now I have taken heart thou vanishest: Luc. My lord? Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out? Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. Bru. Yes, that thou didst: didst thou see any thing? Luc. Nothing, my lord. Bru. Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudius! [To Var.] Fellow thou, awake! Var. My lord? Clau. My lord? Bru. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep? Var. Clau. Did we, my lord? Bru. Ay saw you any thing? Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing. Clau. Nor I, my lord. Bru. Go and commend me to my brother Cassius; Bid him set on his powers betimes before, And we will follow. Var. Clau. It shall be done, my lord. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I.-The plains of Philippi. Enter Octavius, Antony, and their Army. Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered: You said the enemy would not come down, But keep the hills and upper regions; It proves not so: their battles are at hand; They mean to warn us at Philippi here, Answering before we do demand of them. Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know Wherefore they do it: they could be content To visit other places; and come down With fearful bravery, thinking by this face To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage; But 't is not so. Mess. Enter a Messenger. Prepare, you, generals: The enemy comes on in gallant show; Their bloody sign of battle is hung out, And something to be done immediately. Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on, Upon the left hand of the even field. Oct. Upon the right hand I; keep thou the left. [March. Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their Army; Bru. Words before blows: is it so, countrymen? Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart, Crying Long live! hail, Cæsar!' Cas. 6 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. You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds, And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet; Cas. Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself: This tongue had not offended so to-day, If Cassius might have ruled. To stay the providence of some high powers [man, Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Ro- Oct. Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us Must end that work the ides of March begun; sweat, The proof of it will turn to redder drops. I draw a sword against conspirators; Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, [Exeunt Octavius, Antony, and their army. Cas. Why, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. Cas. Messala! This is my birth-day; as this very day Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala: This morning are they fled away and gone; Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost. I but believe it partly; Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy And whether we shall meet again I know not. The same. Bru. Why, then, lead on. O, that a man might The end of this day's business ere it come! [know But it sufficeth that the day will end, And then the end is known. Come, ho! away! [Exeunt. SCENE II. The field of battle. Alarum. Enter Brutus and Messala. 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 demeanour in Octavius' wing, And sudden push gives them the overthrow. Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. [Exeunt. SCENE III. — Another part of the field. Alarums. 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 enclosed. Enter Pindarus. Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius; Cas. Titinius, if thou lovest 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 assured Whether yond troops are friend or enemy. Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. [E.cit. Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill; My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius, And tell me what thou notest about the field. [Pindarus ascends the hill. This day I breathed first: time is come round, And where I did begin, there shall I end; My life is run his compass. Sirrah, what news? Pin. [Above] O my lord! Cas. What news? Pin. [Above] Titinius is enclosed round about With horsemen, that make to him on the spur; Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him. Now, Titinius! Now some light. O, he lights too. He's ta'en. [Shout.] And, hark! they shout for joy. Cas. Come down, behold no more. O, coward that I am, to live so long, Pindarus descends. Come hither, sirrah: In Parthia did I take thee prisoner; Even with the sword that kill'd thee. [Dies. Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. All disconsolate, Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. O hateful error, melancholy's child, Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not? O error, soon conceived, Thou never comest unto a happy birth, But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee! Tit. What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus? Mes. Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet The noble Brutus, thrusting this report Into his ears; I may say, thrusting it; [Exit Messala. Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these? Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears SCENE IV.- Another part of the field. Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both armies; then Brutus, young Cato, Lucilius, and others. Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads! Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me? I will proclaim my name about the field: A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus! [Exit. Lucil. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; And mayst be honour'd, being Cato's son. First Sold. Yield, or thou diest. Lucil. Only I yield to die: There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; [Offering money. Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. Lucil. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: 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, He will be found like Brutus, like himself. Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe; Give him all kindness: I had rather have Such men my friends than enemies. Go on, And see whether Brutus be alive or dead; And bring us word unto Octavius' tent How everything is chanced. [Exeunt. |