SCENE 1] Bru. Well; Then I shall see thee again? Ghost. Ay, at Philippi. [GHOST vanishes. Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then.Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest: Ill spirit, 1 would hold more talk with thee.Boy! Lucius!-Varro! Claudius! Sirs, a[wake!Claudius! Luc. The strings, my lord, are false. Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instru[ment.Lucius, awake. Luc. My lord! Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so cry'dst 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.-Sirrah, ClauFellow thou! awake. Var. My lord. Clau. My lord. [dius! Bru. Why did you so cry out, Sirs, in your sleep? Var. Clau. Did we, my lord? Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother Bid him set on his powers betimes before, Var. Clau. It shall be done, my lord. ACT V. [Exeunt. SCENE I.-The Plains of Philippi. Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know Enter a MESSENGER. Mess. Prepare you, generals: The enemy comes on in gallant show; Their bloody sign of battle is hung out, And something to be done immediately. [age; Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on, Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent? Drum. my; others. [March. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their ArLUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and Bru. They stand, and would have parley. Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of * Summon. Cas. Antony, The posture of your blows are yet unknown; But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, And leave them honeyless. Ant. Not stingless too. Bru. O, yes, and soundless too; Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers Hack'd one another in the sides of Cesar: Cas. Flatterers!-Now, Brutus, thank your self: This tongue had not offended so to-day, Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing make us sweat, The proof of it will turn to redder drops. draw a sword against conspirators; When think you that the sword goes up again? Never, till Cesar's three and twenty wounds I was not born to die on Brutus' sword. Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such Join'd with a masker and a reveller. Oct. Come, Antony; away. Defiance, traitors, hurl* we in your teeth: [Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and therr Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, biliow; and swim, bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. Upon one battle all our liberties. Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us, Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost. Cas. I but believe it partly; For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd Cus. Now, most noble Brutus, The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may, Let's reason with the worst that may befall. Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent The time of life:-arming myself with tience, tinius; Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire? Cas. Titinius, if thou lov'st me, [him, Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill; This day I breathed first: time is come round, To stay the providence of some high powers, Cas. Then, if we lose this battle, Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed; The end of this day's business, ere it come! these billst Unto the legions on the other side: news? Now be a freeman; and, with this good sword, [Dies. Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give 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. [Erit. [Loud Alarum. Let them set on at once; for I perceive But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing, And sudden push gives them the overthrow. Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. [Exeunt. Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. Mes. Where did you leave him? Tit. All disconsolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground? Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart! Mes. Is not that he? Tit. No, this was he, Messala, But Cassius is no more.-O setting sun! As in thy red rays thou dost sink to night, So in his red blood Cassius' day is set; The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone; Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done! Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. O hateful error, melancholy's child! Thou never com'st unto a happy birth, Mes. Seek him, Titinius: whilst I go to meet Tit. Hie you, Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus the while. Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing. LIUS. SCENE IV. Another part of the Field. Alarum.-Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both Armies; then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and others. Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads! Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me? 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 overpowered, and falls. Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; And may'st be honour'd being Cato's son. 1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest. Luc. 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. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news.-Here comes the general: Enter ANTONY. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord. Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I as sure you, A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe, [Exeunt. Dar. To kill him, Clitus: Look, he medi- | Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face tates. Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief, That it runs over even at his eyes. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. Vol. What says my lord? Bru. Why, this, Volumnius: Two several times by night: at Sardis, once; Vol. Not so, my lord. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Bru. Farewell to you;-and you;—and you, Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. Bru. Hence; I will follow thee. NIUS. While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato! Stra. Give me your hand first: Fare you well, my lord. Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cesar, now be still: I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is Stra. Free from the bondage you are in For Brutus only overcame himself, Luc. So Brutus should be found.-I thank thee, Brutus, That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Mes. How died my master, Strato? Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master. [all: Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them Oct. According to his virtue let us use him, I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: * Receive into my service. + Recommend. ANTONY AND M. ANTONY, PERSONS REPRESENTED. TAURUS, Lieutenant-general to Cesar. CANIDIUS, Lieutenant-general to Antony. SILIUS, an Officer in Ventidius' Army. EUPHRONIUS, an Ambassador from Antony te Cesar. ALEXAS, MARDIAN, SELEUCUS, and DIOMEDES, Friends of Antony. A SOOTHSAYER.-A CLOWN. OCTAVIUS CESAR, Triumvirs. Friends to Cesar. PROCULEIUS, THYREUS, GALLUS, MENAS, MENECRATES, Friends of Pompey. VARRIUS, CLEOPATRA, Queen of Egypt. OCTAVIA, Sister to Cesar, and Wife to Antony. CHARMIAN, Attendants on Cleopatra. ¡IRAS, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants. SCENE, dispersed; in several Parts of the Roman Empire. ACT I. SCENE I-Alexandria.-A Room in CLEOPATRA'S Palace. Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO. Phil. Nay, but this dotage of our general's, O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war' Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view And is become the bellows, and the fan, Flourish. Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, with Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd. Cleo. I'll set a bournt how far to be belov'd. Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth. Cleo. Perchance,-nay, and most like, You must not stay here longer, your dismission Is come from Cesar; therefore hear it, Antony. Where's Fulvia's process! Cesar's, I would say?-Both ? Call in the messengers.-As I am Egypt's queen, Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine [shame, Is Cesar's homager; else so thy cheek pays When shrill-tongu'd Fulvia scolds.-The messengers. Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt! and the wide arch Of the rang'd empire fall! 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