ACT V MES. Is not that he that lies upon the ground ? No, this was he, Messala, But Cassius is no more. O setting Sun, 60 The Sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone ; Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. MES. Mistrust of good success1 hath done this deed. Why dost thou shew to the apt thoughts of men But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee! TIT. 70 [Exit MESSALA. 80 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 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: 1 a prosperous issue. 90 [kills himself. Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, Young BRU. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? CATO. He is slain. In our own proper entrails. [Low alarums. CATO. And come, young Cato; let us to the field. SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field. 100 [exeunt. 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. I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend : ACT V I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! BRU. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus! [exit. Sc. IV ACT V LUCIL. O young and noble Cato, art thou down ? 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. FIRST SOLD. We must not. A noble prisoner ! SEC. SOLD. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. Enter ANTONY. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my Lord. LUCIL. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough : 20 30 [exeunt. SCENE V. Another Part of the Field. Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS. BRU. Come, poor Remains of Friends, rest on this rock. CLI. Statilius shew'd the torch-light; but, my Lord, He came not back: he is or ta'en or slain. BRU. Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus. [whispers. CLI. What, I, my Lord? No; not for all the world. BRU. Peace then! no words. CLI. BRU. Hark thee, Dardanius. CLI. O Dardanius! DAR. O Clitus! I'll rather kill myself. [whispers. Shall I do such a deed? CLI. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? DAR. To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates. CLI. Now is that noble vessel full of grief, That it runs over even at his eyes. VOL. What says my Lord? BRU. Why, this, Volumnius: The Ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me And, this last night, here in Philippi fields: I know my hour is come. VOL. Not so, my Lord. BRU. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou see'st the World, Volumnius, how it goes; Our enemies have beat us to the pit : It is more worthy to leap in ourselves 10 20 [Low alarums. Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, Thou know'st that we two went to school together: ACT V Even for that our love of old, I pr'ythee, Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. VOL. That's not an office for a friend, my Lord. [Alarum still. 30 CLI. Fly, fly, my Lord! there is no tarrying here. VIII : K 73 40 ACT V Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, [Alarum. Cry within: Fly, fly, fly! CLI. Fly, my Lord, fly! Hence! I will follow. VOLUMNIUS. [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy Lord: Thy life hath had some smatch1 of honour in it: STRA. Give me your hand first: fare you well, my Lord. BRU. Farewell, good Strato. [runs on his sword.] Cæsar, now be still: I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and the Army. Ост. What man is that? 50 [dies. MES. My master's 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, That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. MES. How died my master, Strato ? That did the latest service to my master. 60 70 1 taste. |