Titi. O Cassius Brutus gave the word too early Who having some advantage on Octavius Took it too eagerly his Souldiers fell to spoil Whil'st we by Antony are all inclos'd Enter Pindarus Pind. Fly further off my Lord fly further off Mark Antony is in your Tents my Lord Fly therefore Noble Cassius fly far off Cass This Hill is far enough Look look Titinius Are those my Tents where I perceive the fire Tit. They are my Lord. Cass Titinius if thou lovest me Moâ—â—â— 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 assur'd Whether yond Troops are Friend or Enemy Exit Tit. I will be here again even with a thought Cass Go Pindarus get higher on that hill My sight was ever thick regard Titinius And tell me what thou not'st about the Field 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. Cassi What news Pind. Titinius is enclosed round about With horsemen that make to him on the Spurr Yet he spurs on Now they are almost on him Now Titinius Now some light O he lights too Hee 's tane Shout And hark they shout for joy Cass Come down behold no more O Coward that I am to live so long To see my best Friend tane before my face Enter Pindarus 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 Free-man and with this good Sword That ran through Caesars 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 Caesar thou art reveng'd Even with the Sword that kill'd thee 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 Enter Titinius and Messala Messa It is but change Titinius for Octavius Is overthrown by Noble Brutus power As Cassius Legions are by Antony Titin. These tydings will well comfort Cassius Messa Where did you leave him Titin. All disconsolate With Pindarus his Bondman on this Hill Messa Is not that he that lyes upon the ground Titin. He lies not like the Living O my heart Messa Is not that he Titin. No this was he Messala But Cassius is no more O setting Sun As in thy red Rays thou doest sink to night So in his red blood Cassius day is set The Sun of Rome is set Our day is gone Clowds Dews and Dangers come our deeds are done Mistrust of my success hath done this deed Messa Mistrust of good success hath done this deed O hateful Error Melancholies Child Why do'st thou shew 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 kil'st the Mother that engendred thee Tit. What Pindarus Where art thou Pindarus Messa Seek him Titinius whil'st I go to meet The Noble Brutus thrusting this report Into his ears I may say thrusting it For piercing Steel and Darts invenomed Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus As tydings of this sight Tit. Hye you Messala And I will seek for Pindarus the while Why did'st 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 it thee Did'st thou not hear their showts 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 Romans part Come Cassius Sword and find Titinius heart Dies Alarum Enter Brutus Messala young Cato Stato Volumnius and Lucillius Bru. Where where Messala doth his body lye Messa Loe yonder and Titinius mourning it Bru. Titinius face is upward Cato He is slain Bru. O Julius Caesar thou art mighty yet Thy Spirit walks abroad and turns our Swords In our own proper Entrails Low Alarums Cato Brave Titinius Look where he have not Crown'd dead Cassius Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these The last of all the Romans far thee well It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow Friends I own mo tears To this dead man then you shall see me pay I shall find time Cassius I shall find time Come therefore and to Tharsus send his body His Funerals shall not be in our Camp Lest it discomfort us Lucillius come And come young Cato let us to the Field Labio and Flavio set our Battails on 'T is three a clock and Romans yet e're night We shall try Fortune in a second fight Exeunâ— Alarum Enter Brutus Messala Cato Lucillius and Flavius Bru. Yet Country-men O yet hold up your heads 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 Countrys Friend I am the Son of Marcus Cato ho. Enter Souldiers and fight Bru. And I am Brutus Marcus Brutus I Brutus my Countrys Friend Know me for Brutus Luc. O young and Noble Cato art thou down Why now thou dyest as bravely as Titinius And may'st be honour'd being Cato's Son Sold. Yield or thou diest Luc. Only I yield to die There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight Kill Brutus and be honour'd in his death Sold. We must not A Noble Prisoner Enter Antony 2. Sold. Room ho tell Antony Brutus is tane 1. Sold. I 'le tell the news Here comes the Generall Brutus is tane Brutus is tane 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 Such men my Friends then Enemies Go on And see where Brutus be alive or dead And bring us word unto Octavius Tent How every thing is chanc'd Exeunt Enter Brutus Dardanius Clitus Strato and Volumnius Bru. Come poor remains of friends rest on this Rock Clit. Statillius shew'd the Torch-light but my Lord He came not back he is or tane or slain Bru. Sit thee down Clitus slaying is the word It is a deed in fashion Hark thee Clitus Clit. What I my Lord No not for all the World Brut. Peace then no words Clit. I 'le rather kill my self Brut. Hark thee Dardanius Dard. Shall I do such a deed Clit. O Dardanius Dard. O Clitus Clit. What ill request did Brutus make to thee Dard. To kill him Clitus look he meditates Clit. Now is that Noble Vessel full of grief That it runs over even at his eyes Bru. Come hither good Volumnius list a word Volum What says my Lord Bru. Why this Volumnius The Ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me Two several times by Night at Sardis once And this last Night here in Philippi Fields I know my hour is come Volum Not so my Lord. Brut. Nay I am sure it is Volumnius Thou see'st the World Volumnius how it goes Our Enemies have beat us to the Pit Low Alarums It is more worthy to leap in our selves Then tarry till they push us Good Volumnius Thou know'st that we two went to School together Even for that our love of old I prethee Hold thou my Sword Hilts whilest I run on it Vol. That 's not an Office for a friend my Lord. Alarum still Cli. Fly fly my Lord there is no tarrying here Bru. Farewell to you and you and you Volumnius Strato thou hast been all this while asleep Farewell to thee to Strato Countrymen My heart doth joy that yet in all my life I found no man but he was true to me I shall have glory by this losing day More then Octavius and Mark Antony By this vile Conquest shall attain unto So fare you well at once for Brutus tongue Hath almost ended his lives History Night hangs upon mine eyes my Bones would rest That have but labour'd to attain this hour Alarum Cry within Fly fly fly Cli. Fly my Lord fly Bru. Hence I will follow I prethee Strato stay thou by thy Lord Thou art a Fellow of a good respect Thy life hath had some smatch of Honour in it Hold then my Sword and turn away thy face While I do run upon it Wilt thou Strato Stra. Give me your hand first Fare you well my Lord. Bru. Farewell good Strato Caesar now be still Ikill'd not thee with half so good a will Dyes Alarum Retreat Enter Antony Octavius Messala Lucillius and the Army Octa. What man is that Messa My Masters man Strato where is thy Master Stra. Free from the Bondage you are in Messala The Conquerors can but make a fire of him For Brutus only overcame himself And no man else hath Honour by his death Lucil. So Brutus should be found I thank thee Brutus That thou hast prov'd Lucillius saying true Octa. All that serv'd Brutus I will entertain them Fellow wilt thou bestow thy time with me Stra. I if Messala will prefer me to you Octa. Do so good Messala Messa How dyed my Master Strato Stra. I held the Sword and he did run on it Messa Octavius then take him to follow thee That did the latest service to my Master Ant. This was the Noblest Roman of them all All the Conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar He only in a generall honest thought And common good to all made one of them His life was gentle and the Elements So mixt in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the World This was a man Octa. According to his Vertue let us use him With all Respect and Rites of Buriall Within my Tent his bones to night shall lye Most like a Souldier ordered Honourably So call the Field to rest and let 's away To part the glories of this happy day Exeunt omnes FINIS
Caska have an eye to Cynna trust not Trebonius mark well Metellus Cymber Decius Brutus loves thee not Thou hast wrong'd Caius Ligarius There is but one Mind in all these Men and it is bent against Caesar If thou beest not Immortal look about you Security gives way to Conspiracy The mighty Gods defend thee Thy Lover Artemidorus Here will I stand till Caesar pass along And as a Suitor will I give him this My heart laments that Vertue cannot live Out of the teeth of Emulation If thou read this O Caesar thou mayest live If not the Fates with Traitors do contrive Exit Enter Portia and Lucius Por. I prethee Boy run to the Senate-house Stay not to answer me but get thee gone Why doest thou stay Luc. To know my Errand Madam Por. I would have had thee there and here agen ' Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do there O Constancy be strong upon my side Set a huge Mountain 'tween my Heart and Tongue I have a Mans Mind but a Womans Might How hard it is for Women to keep Counsel Art thou here yet Luc. Madam what should I do Run to the Capitol and nothing else And so return to you and nothing else Por. Yes bring me word Boy if thy Lord look well For he went sickly forth and take good note What Caesar doth what Sutors press to him Hark Boy what Noise is that Luc. I hear none Madam Por. Prithee listen well I heard a bussling Rumour like a Fray And the Wind brings it from the Capitol Luc. Sooth Madam I hear nothing Enter the Soothsayer Por. Come hither Fellow which way hast thou been Sooth. At mine own House good Lady Por. What is 't a Clock Sooth. About the ninth hour Lady Por. Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol Sooth. Madam not yet I go to take my Stand. To see him pass on to the Capitol Por. Thou hast some Suit to Caesar hast thou not Sooth. That I have Lady if it will please Caesar To be so good to Caesar as to hear me I shall beseech him to befriend himself Por. Why know'st thou any harm 's intended towards him Sooth. None that I know will be Much that I fear may chance Good morrow to you here the street is narrow The throng that follows Caesar at the heels Of Senators of Praetors common Sutors Will crowd a feeble man almost to Death I 'll get me to a place more void and there Speak to great Caesar as he comes along Exit Por. I must go in Aye me How weak a thing The Heart of Woman is O Brutus The Heavens speed thee in thine enterprize Sure the Boy heard me Brutus hath a suit That Caesar will not grant O I grow faint Run Lucius and commend me to my Lord Say I am merry Come to me again And bring me word what he doth say to thee Exeunt Actus Tertius Flowrish Enter Caesar Brutus Cassius Caska Decius Metellus Trebonius Cynna Antony Lepidus Artimedorus Publius and the Soothsayer Caes The Ides of March are come Sooth. I Caesar but not gone Art Hail Caesar Read this Scedule Deci. Trebonius doth desire you to o're-read At your best leisure this his humble suit Art O Caesar read mine first for mine 's a suit That touches Caesar nearer Read it great Caesar Caes What touches us our self shall be last serv'd Art Delay not Caesar read it instantly Caes What is the Fellow mad Pub. Sirrah give place Cassi What urge you your Petitions in the Street Come to the Capitol Popil I wish your Enterprize day may thrive Cassi What Enterprize Popillius Popil Fare you well Bru. What said Popillius Lenâ— Cassi He wisht to day our Enterprize might thrive I fear our Purpose is discovered Bru. Look how he makes to Caesar mark him Cassi Caska be sudden for we fear Prevention Brutus what shall be done If this be known Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back For I will slay my self Bru. Cassius be constant Popillius Lenâ— speaks not of our Purposes For look he smiles and Caesar doth not change Cassi Trebonius knows his time for look you Brutus He draws Mark Antony out of the way Deci. Where is Metellus Cymber let him go And presently prefer his suit to Caesar Bru. He is addrest press near and second him Cin. Caska you are the first that rears your hand Caes Are we all ready What is now amiss That Caesar and his Senate must redress Metel Most high most mighty and most puissant Caesar Metellus Cymber throws before thy Seat An humble Heart Caes I must prevent thee Cymber These Couchings and these lowly Courtesies Might fire the Blood of ordinary Man And turn pre-Ordinance and first Decree Into the Lane of Children Be not fond To think that Caesar bears such Rebel-blood That will be thaw'd from the true Quality With that which melteth Fools I mean sweet words Low-crooked-curtesies and base Spaniel Fawning Thy Brother by decree is banished If thou doest bend and pray and fawn for him I spurn thee like a Curr out of my way Know Caesar doth not wrong nor without cause Will he be satisfied Metel Is there no Voice more worthy than my own To sound more sweetly in great Caesars ear For the repealing of my banish'd Brother Brut. I kiss thy hand but not in flattery Caesar Desiring thee that Publius Cymber may Have an immediate freedom of repeal Caes What Brutus Cassi Pardon Caesar Caesar pardon As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall To beg infranchisement for Publius Cymber Caes I could be well mov'd if I were as you If I could pray to move prayers would move me But I am constant as the Northern Star Of whose true fixt and resting quality There is no fellow in the Firmament The Skies are painted with unnumbred sparks They are all Fire and every one doth shine But there 's but one in all doth hold his place So in the World 'T is furnish'd well with Men And Men are Flesh and Blood and apprehensive Yet in the number I do know but One That unassaylable holds on his Rank Unshak'd of Motion and that I am he Let me a little shew it even in this That I was constant Cymber should be banish'd And constant do remain to keep him so Cinna O Caesar Caes Hence Wilt thou lift up Olympus Decius Great Caesar Caes Doth not Brutus bootless kneel Cask Speak hands for me They stab Caesar Caes Et tu Brute Then fall Caesar Dyes Cin. Liberty Freedom Tyranny is dead Run hence proclaim cry it about the Streets Cassi Some to the common Pulpits and cry out Liberty Freedom and Enfranchisement Brut. People and Senators be not affrighted Fly not stand still Ambitions debt is paid Cask Go to the Pulpit Brutus Dec. And Cassius too Brut. Where 's Publius Cin. Here quite confounded with this mutiny Met. Stand fast together lest some Friend of Caesars Should chance Brut. Talk not of standing Publius good cheer There is no harm intended
that thou so cryed'st 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 Sirra Claudio Fellow Thou Awake Var. My Lord. Clau. My Lord. Bru. Why did you so cry out Sirs in your Sleep Both. Die we my Lord Bru. I 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 Both. It shall be done my Lord. Exeunt Actus Quintus Enter Octavius Antony and their Army Octa. 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 Enter a Messenger Mes Prepare you Generals The Enemy comes on in gallant shew Their bloody Sign of Battel is hung out And something to be done immediately Ant. Octavius lead your Battail softly on Upon the left hand of the even Field Octa. Upon the right hand I keep thou the left Ant. Why do you cross me in this Exigent Octa. I do not cross you but I will do so March Drum Enter Brutus Cassius and their Army Bru. They stand and would have Parley Cassi Stand fast Titinius we must out and talk Octa. Mark Antony shall we give sign of Battle Ant. No Caesar we will answer on their Charge Make forth the Generals would have some Words Octa. Stir not untill the Signal Bru. Words before Blows is it so Countrymen Octa. Not that we love Words better as you do Bru. Good Words are better-than bad Strokes Octavius An. In your bad Strokes Brutus you give good Words Witness the hole you made in Caesars heart Crying long live Hail Caesar Cass Antony The posture of your blows are yet unknown But for your words they rob the Hibla Bees And leave them Hony-less Ant. Not stingless too Bru. O yes and soundless too For you have stoln their buzzing Antony And very wisely threat before you sting Ant. Villains you did not so when your vile daggers Hackt one another in the sides of Caesar You shew'd your teeths like Apes And fawn'd like Hounds And bow'd like Bondmen kissing Caesars feet Whil'st damned Caska like a Curr behind Strook Caesar on the neck O you Flatterers Cass Flaterers Now Brutus thank your self This tongue had not offended so to day If Cassius might have rul'd Octa. Come come the cause If arguing make us sweat The proof of it will turn to redder drops Look I draw a Sword against Conspirators When think you that the Sword goes up again Never till Caesars three and thirty wounds Be well aveng'd or till another Caesar Have added slaughter to the Sword of Traitors Bru. Caesar thou canst not dye by Traitors hands Unless thou bring'st them with thee Octa. So I hope I was not born to dye on Brutus Sword Bru. O if thou wer 't the Noblest of the Strain Young-man thou could'st not dye more honourable Cassi A peevish School-boy worthless of such Honour Joyn'd with a Masker and a Reveller Ant. Old Cassius still Octa. Come Antony away Defiance Traitors hurl we in your teeth If you dare fight to day come to the Field If not when you have stomacks Exit Octavius Antony and Army Cass Why now blow wind swell Billow And swim Bark The Storm is up and all is on the hazard Bru. Ho Lucillius hark a word with you Lucillius and Messala stand forth Luc. My Lord. Cass Messal Messa What says my General Cass Messala this is my Birth-day as this very day Was Cassius born Give me thy hand Messala Be thou my witness that against my will As Pompey was am I compell'd to set Upon one Battel all our Liberties You know that I held Epicurus strong And his Opinion Now I change my mind And partly credit things that do presage Coming from Sardis on our former Ensign Two mighty Eagles fell and there they pearch'd Gorging and feeding from our Souldiers hands Who to Philippi here consorted us This Morning are they fled away and gone And in their steads do Ravens Crows and Kites Fly o're our heads and downward look on us As we were sickly prey their shadows seem A Canopy most fatall under which Our Army lies ready to give up the Ghost Messa Believe not so Cass I but believe it partly For I am fresh of spirit and resolv'd To meet all perils very constantly Bru. Even so Lucillius Cass Now most Noble Brutus The Gods to day stand friendly that we may Lovers in peace lead on our days to Age. But since the affayrs of men rest still incertain Let 's reason with the worst that may befall If we do lose this Battail then is this The very last time we shall speak together What are you then determined to do Bru. Even by the rule of that Philosophy By which I did blame Cato for the death Which he did give himself I know not how But I do find it Cowardly and vile For fear of what might fall so to prevent The time of life arming my self with patience To stay the providence of some high Powers That govern us below Cass Then if we lose this Battail You are contented to be led in Triumph Thorow the Streets of Rome Bru. No Cassius no Think not thou Noble Roman That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome He bears too great a mind But this same day Must end that work the Ides of March begun And whether we shall meet again I know not Therefore our everlasting farewell take For ever and for ever farewell Cassius If we do meet again why we shall smile If not why then this parting was well made Cass For ever and for ever farewell Brutus If we do meet again we 'll smile indeed If not 't is true this parting was well made Bru. Why then lead on O that a man might know The end of this days business e're it come But it sufficeth that the day will end And then the end is known Come ho away Exeunt Alarum Enter Brutus and Messala Bru. Ride ride Messala ride and give these Bills Unto the Legions on the other side Lowd Alarum Let them set on at once for I perceive But cold demeanor in Octavio's wing And sudden push gives them the overthrow Ride ride Messala let them all come down Exeunt Alarums Enter Cassius and Titinius Cass O look Titinius look the Villains flye My self 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