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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.
Re-enter TITINIUS with MESSALA.
Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
No, this was he, Messala,
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
For piercing steel, and darts envenomed,
Hie you, Messala,
[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
ÇATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS.
He is slain.
[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.
BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and Others.
I will proclaim my name about the field:-
[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.
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
Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta’en, my lord.
Ant. Where is he?
Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough:
Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,