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Cas. What news ?

Pin. 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: -0, he 'lights too :--he's ta'en; -and, hark !

[Shout. They shout for joy. Cas.

Come down, behold no more. O, coward that I am, to live so long, To see my best friend ta'en before my face!

Enter PINDAR US. Come hither, sirrah : 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 'tis now, Guide thou the sword.-Cæsar, thou art reveng'd, Even with the sword that kill'd thee.

[Dies. Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been, Durst I have done my will. O Cassius ! Far from this country Pindarus shall run, Where never Roman shall take note of him. [Exit.


Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
As Cassius' legions are by Antony.

Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
Mes. Where did

leave him?

All disconsolate,
With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.
Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon


Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart !
Mes. Is not that he ?

No, this was he, Messala,
But Cassius is no more. -O setting sun !
As in thy red rays thou dost sink to night,
So in his red blood Cassius' day is set;
The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone;
Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are

done! Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.

Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. O bateful error, melancholy's child ! Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not? O error, soon conceiv'd, Thou never com’st 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;


For piercing steel, and darts envenomed,
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,
As tidings of this sight.

Hie you, Messala,
And I will seek for Pindarus the while.

[Exit Messala. 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, And bid me give't 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

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

He is slain.
Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet!
Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords
In our own proper entrails.

[Low alurums. Cato.

Brave Titinius! Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius !

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 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 funerals shall not be in our camp, Lest it discomfort us.-Lucilius, come; And come, young Cato; let us to the field.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.


Another part of the field.
Alarum. Enter fighting, soldiers of both armies; then

Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your

Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with

me ?

I will proclaim my name about the field:-
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; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus.

[Exit, charging the enemy. Cato is over

powered, and falls.
Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down?
Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius;
And may'st be honour'd being Cato's son 16.

I Sold. Yield, or thou diest.

37 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.

1 Sold. We must not.-A noble prisoner! 2 Sold. Room ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. i Sold. I'll tell the news.-Here comes the ge

neral :


Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta’en, my lord.

Ant. Where is he?

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!
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

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