Let them fet on at once; for I perceive
But cold demeanor in Octavius' wing;
A fudden Push gives them the overthrow.
Ride, ride, Meffala; let them all come down. [Exeunt.
Alarm. Enter Caffius and Titinius.

Caf. O look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy;
This enfign here of mine was turning back,
I flew the coward, and did take it fro:n him,
Tit. O Caffius, Brutus gave the word too early;
Who, having fome advantage on Octavius,
Took it too eagerly; his foldiers fell to fpoil,
Whilft we by Antony were all inclofs'd.

Enter Pindarus.

Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off;
Mark Antony is in your Tent, my Lord;
Fly, therefore, noble Caffius, fly far off.

Caf. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius,
Are thofe my Tents, where I perceive the fire?
Tit. They are. my lord.

Caf. Titinius, if thou lov'ft me,

Mount thou my horfe, and hide thy fpurs in him,
"Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops,
And here again; that I may reft affur'd,
Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.

Tit. I will be here again. ev'n with a thought. [Exit.
Caf. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill,
My fight was ever thick! regard Titinius,
And tell me what thou not'ft about the field.
This day I breathed firft; time is come round;
And, where I did begin, there fhall I end;
My life is run its compafs. Now, what news;
Pind. [above.] O, my lord!

Caf. What news?

Pind. Titinius is inclofed round about

With horsemen, that make to him on the fpur;
Yet he fpurs on. Now they are almost on him ;

Titinius!

Titinius! now fome light-oh, he lights too-
He's ta'en—and hark, they fhout for joy.
Caf. Come down, behold no more;
Oh, coward that I am, to live fo long,
To see my best friend ta'en before my face!
Enter Pindarus.

Come hither, firrah;

In Parthia did I take thee prifoner;
And then I fwore thee, faving of thy life,

That whatsoever I did bid thee do,

[Shout.

Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath,
Now be a freeman ; and, with this good sword,
That ran through Cafar's bowels, fearch this bofom.
Stand not to answer; here, take thou the hilt;
And when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,
Guide thou the fword-Cefar, thou art reveng'd,
Ev'n with the fword that kill'd thee.

[Kills himself.
Pind. So, I am free; yet would not so have been,
Durft I have done my Will. Oh, Caffius!
Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
Where never Roman thall take note of him.

Mef.

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SCENE V.

Enter Titinius and Meffala.

Tis but change, Titinius; for Octavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
As Caffius' legions are by Antony.

Tit. These tidings will well comfort Caffius.
Mef. Where did you leave him?

Tit. All difconfolate,

With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

[Exit.

Mef. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground?

Tit. He lies not like the living.

Mef. Is not that he?

VOL. VIII.

I

Oh my heart!

Tit.

Tit. No, this was he, Meffala;

But Caffius is no more! Oh, fetting Sun!
As in thy red rays thou doft fink to-night,
So in his red blood Caffius' day is fet;

The Sun of Rome is fet! our day is gone;
Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done;
Miftruft of my fuccefs hath done this deed.

Mef. Miftruft of good fuccefs hath done this deed. Oh hateful Error, Melancholy's child!

Why doft thou fhew to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? Error, foon conceiv'd,
Thou never com'ft unto a happy birth,

But kill'ft the mother that engender'd thee.

Tit. What, Pindarus? where art thou, Pindarus? Mef. Seek him, Titinius; whilft I go to meet. The noble Brutus, thrufting this report Into his ears; I may fay, thrufting it; For piercing fteel, and darts invenomed, Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus, As tidings of this fight.

Tit. Hic you, Meffala,

[Exit Mef.

And I will feek for Pindarus the while.
Why didft thou fend me forth, brave Caffius!
Did I not meet thy friends, and did not they
Put on my brows this wreath of victory,

And bid me give it thee? didft thou not hear their fhouts ?

Alas, thou haft misconftru'd ev'ry 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 fee how I regarded Caius Caffius.

By your leave, Gods-This is a Roman's part.

[Stabs himself. Come, Caffius' fword, and find Titinius' heart. [Dies.

SCENE

Alarm. Enter Brutus, Meffala, young Cato, Strato, Volumnius, and Lucilius.

Bru. WHERE, where, Messala, doth his body

lie

Mef. Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.
Bru. Titinius' face is upward.

Cato. He is flain.

Bru. Oh Julius Cæfar, thou art mighty yet! Thy Spirit walks abroad, and turns our fwords In our own proper entrails.

Cato. Brave Titinius!

[Low Alarums.

Look, if he have not crown'd dead Caffius!

Bru. Are yet two Romans living, fuch as thefe ?
Thou laft of all the Romans! fare thee well;
It is impoffible, that ever Rome

Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears
To this dead man, than you fhall fee me pay.
I fhall find time, Caffius, I fhall find time-
Come, therefore, and to Thaffos fend his body:
His funeral fhall not be in our Camp,
Left it discomfort us. Lucilius, come;
And come, young Cato; let us to the field.
Labeo, and Flavius, fet our battles on.

'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night
We shall try fortune in a fecond fight.

SCENE VII.

[Exeunt.

Alarm. Enter Brutus, Meffala, Cato, Lucilius, and

Bru.

Flavius.

ET, Countrymen, oh yet, hold up your

YE

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. am the Son of Marcus Cato, ho!

1

Enter Soldiers and fight.

Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my Country's friend; know me for Brutus. [Exit. Luc. Oh young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; And, may'ft be honour'd, being Cato's Son. Sold. Yield, or thou dieft.

Luc. Only I yield to die.

There is fo much, that thou wilt kill me ftraight;
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 ta'en. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news, here comes the General: Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my Lord.

Ant. Where is he?

Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is fafe enough.
I dare affure 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 alive, or dead,

He will be found like Brutus, like himself.

Ant. This is not Brutus, friend, but I affure you,

Go on,

A prize no lefs in worth; keep this man safe,
Give him all kindness. I had rather have
Such men my friends, than enemies.
And fee if Brutus be alive or dead;
And bring us word unto Octavius' Tent,
How every thing is chanc'd.

[Exeunt.

SCENE