Enter a Messenger. Mess. Prepare you, generals: Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left. Bru. They stand, and would have parley. Cas. Stand fast, Titinius: We must out and talk. Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle? Ant. No, Cæsar, we will answer on their charge. Make forth, the generals would have some words. Oct. Stir not until the signal. Bru. Words before blows: Is it so, countrymen ? Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do. Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius. Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words: Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart, Cas. Antony, Ant. Not stingless too. Bru. O, yes, and soundless too; For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony, And, very wisely, threat before you sting. Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar : You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds, And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet; Cas. Flatterers !-Now, Brutus, thank yourself: Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing make us sweat, The proof of it will turn to redder drops. I draw a sword against conspirators; When think you that the sword goes up again? Oct. So I hope; I was not born to die on Brutus' sword. Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Young man, thou could'st not die more honourable. Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such ho nour, Join'd with a masker and a reveller. Ant. Old Cassius still! Come, Antony: away. Oct. [Exeunt Octavius, Antony, and their army. Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; and swim, bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. Bru. Ho! Cas. 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 battle all our liberties. You know, that I held Epicurus strong, This morning are they fled away, and gone; Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost. I but believe it partly; Cas. Now, most noble Brutus, Cas. But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain, i Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent * Foremost. That govern us below. Cas. Then, if we lose this battle, You are contented to be led in triumph Thorough the streets of Rome ? Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome ; ; If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made. Bru. Why then, lead on.-O, that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come! And then the end is known.-Come, ho! away! [Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. A field of battle. Alarum. Enter Brutus and Messala. Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills* Unto the legions on the other side: [Loud alarum. * Directions for the officers. [Exeunt. The same. Alarum. SCENE III. Another part of the field. Enter Cassius and Titinius. Cas. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! Myself 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. Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early; Who having some advantage on Octavius, Took it too eagerly; his soldiers fell to spoil, Whilst we by Antony are all enclos'd. Enter Pindarus. Pin. Fly farther off, my lord, fly further off; Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius; Cas. Titinius, if thou lov'st me, Mount 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. Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. [Exit. Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill; My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius, And tell me what thou not'st about the field.[Exit Pindarus. 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! Cas. What news? Pin. Titinius is |