SCENE II. The Same. 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. Let them set on at once; for I perceive But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing, And sudden push gives them the overthrow. [Loud Alarum. Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. [Exeunt. Cas. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! Tit. O Cassius! Brutus gave the word too early; Who having some advantage on Octavius, Enter PINDARUS. Pin. Fly farther off, my lord, fly farther 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? Tit. They are, my lord. Cas. Titinius, if thou lov'st me, Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him, And here again; that I may rest assur'd, Whether yond' troops are friend or enemy. Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. [Exit. Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill : This day I breathed first: time is come round, [Exit PINDARUS. My life is run his compass. - Sirrah, what news? Cas. What news? Pin. Titinius is enclosed round about With horsemen, that make to him on the spur; - Now, Titinius! - now some 'light: - O! he 'lights too : He's ta'en: and, hark! [Shout.] they shout for joy. In Parthia did I take thee prisoner; And then I swore thee, saving of thy life, That whatsoever I did bid thee do, Thou should'st attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath : Now be a freeman; and with this good sword, That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this bosom. Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilts; And when my face is cover'd, as 't is now, Guide thou the sword. Cæsar, thou art reveng'd, Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been, Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power, [Dies. [Exit. Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. Mes. Where did you leave him? Tit. All disconsolate, With Pindarus, his bondman, on this hill. Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground? Mes. Is not that he? Tit. No, this was he, Messala, But Cassius is no more. - O setting sun! As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night, Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. 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; As tidings of this sight. And I will seek for Pindarus the while. Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they Put on my brows this wreath of victory, [Exit MESSALA. And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts? Alas! thou hast misconstrued 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 see how I regarded Caius Cassius. By your leave, gods: this is a Roman's part : Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. [Dies. Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS. Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? Bru. Titinius' face is upward. Cato. He is slain. Bru. O Julius Cæsar! thou art mighty yet: Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails. Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius! [Low Alarums. Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these? The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow. - Friends, I owe more tears [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field. Alarum. Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both Armies; then Bru. Yet, countrymen, O! yet hold up your heads. I will proclaim my name about the field. ! 74 JULIUS CÆSAR. I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! [Charges the Enemy. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; [Exit, charging the Eenemy. CATO is overpowered, and falls. Luc. O, young and noble Cato! art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius, 1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest. Only I yield to die: There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight. [Offering Money. 1 Sold. We must not. A noble prisoner! 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news:- Here comes the general. Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough. I dare assure thee, that no enemy Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus: The gods defend him from so great a shame! Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, [Exeunt. 350 |