Sivut kuvina

Bruto to nette ist Philip affection

Brx. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. I Bru. I pray you, Sirs, lie in my tent, and
Mes. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell :

For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. It may be I shall raise you by and by
Bru. Why, farewell, Portia.-We must die, On business to my brother Cassius.
Messala :

Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch With meditating that she must die once,

your pleasure. I have the patience to endure it now.

Bru. I will not have it so; lie down, good Mes. Even so great men great losses should

Siis; endure.

It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me, Cas. I have as much of this in art + as you, Look, Lucins, here's the book I sought for so : But yet my nature could not bear it so.

I put it in the pocket of my gown. Bru. Well, to our work alive. What do you

(SERVANTS lie down. think

Luc. I was sure your lordship did not give of marching to Philippi presently?

it me. ('as. I do not think it good.

Bru. Bea: with me, good boy, I am much Bru. Your reason ?

forgetful. Cas. This it is :

Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, 'Tis better that the enemy seek us :

And touch thy instrument a strain or two?
So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, Luc. Ay, my lord, an it please you.
Doing himself offence ; whilst we, Tying still, Bru. It does, my boy :
Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness.

I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place Luc. It is my duty, Sir.

Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground,

might; Do stand but in a forc'd affection ;

I know, young bloods look for a time of rest. For they have grudg'd its contribution ;

Luc. I have slept, my lord, already. The enemy, marching along by them,

Bru. It is well done ; and thou shalt sleep By thein shall make a fuller number up,

Come on refresb’d, new-added, and encourag'd: I will not hold thee long: if I do live,
From which advantage shall we cut him oil, I will be good to thee.
If at Philippi we do face hiin there,

[Music, and a Song. These people at our back.

This is a sleepy tune :-o murd'ronis slumber! Cus. Hear me, good brother.

Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, Bru. Under your pardon-You must note be That plays thee music 3-Gentle kuave, good side,

night; That we have tried the ntmost of our friends, I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee. Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe : If thou dost mod, thou break'st thy instrument ; The enemy increaseth every day,

I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good We, at the height, are ready to decline.

night. There is a tide in the affairs of men,

Let me see, let me see ;-Is not the leaf turu'd Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;

down, Omitted, all the voyage of their life

Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.

[He sits down. On such a full sea are we now afloat; Aud we must take the current when it serves,

Enter the Ghost of CESAR. Or lose our ventures.

How ill this taper burns !-Ha! who coines Cas. Then, with your will, go on ;

here? We'll along onrselves, and meet them at Phi. I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes lippi.

That shapes this monstrous apparition, Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk. It comes upon me :-Art thou any thing? And nature must obey necessity;

Art thou some god, soine angel, or some devil, Which we will niggard witb a little rest.

That mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to stare ? . There is no more to say ?

Speak to me, what thou art. Cas. No more. Good night ;

Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.

Bru. Why com'st thou? Bru. Lucius, my gown. (Éxit Lucius.) Fare Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at well, good Messala ;

Philippi. Good night, Titinius :--Noble, noble Cassius, Bru. Well; Good night, and good repose.

Then I shall see thee again? ('as. O my dear brother!

Ghost. Ay, at Philippi. This was an ill beginning of the night :

(GHOST vanishes. Never come such division 'tween our souls ! Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi Let it not, Brutus.

then. Bru. Every thoug is well.

Now I have taken heart thon vanishest : Cas, Good night, my lord.

Il spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.Bru. Good night, good brother.

Boy ! Lucius !--Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake -Tit. Mes. Good night, lord Brutas.

Claudius ! Bru. Farewell, every one.

Luc. The strings, my lord, are false.
[E.reunt CAS. TIT. and MES. Bru. He thinks he still is at his instrument,

Lucins, awake.
Re-enter Lucius with the Gown.

Luc. My lord !
Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument ?

Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so

cry'dst out? Luc, Here in the tent.

Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. Bru. What, thou speak'st drowsily?

Bru. Yes, that thou didst : Didst thou see any Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-1

thing? watch'd.

Luc. Nothing, my lord. Call Clandius, and some other of my men ;

Bru. Sleep again, Lucius.-Sirrah, Claudius! I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.

Follow thon I awake. Luc. Varro, aud Claudius!

l'ar. My lord. Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS.

(lau. My lord.

Bru. Why did you so cry out, Sirs, in your Var. Calls my lords

sleep 1
• At some time or other.
In theory.

. Sceptre.

Var. Clau. Did we, my lord ?

1 This tongue had not offended so to day, Bru. Ay : Saw you any thing?

If Cassius might have rul'd. Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing.

Oct. Come, come, the cause : If arguing make Clau. Nor 1, my lord.

US sweat,
Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother | The proof of it will turn to redder drops.

Look ;
Bid bim set on his powers betimes before.

I draw a sword against conspirators ; And we will follow.

When think you that the sword goes up again Var. Clau. It shall be done, my lord. Never, till Cesar's three and twenty wounds


Be well aveng'd; or till another Cesar
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors,

Bru. Cesar, thou can'st not die by traitors,

Unless thou bring'st them with thee.

Oct. So I hope ;
SCENE I.-The Plains of Philippi.

I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.

Bru. Ob! if thou wert the noblest of thy Enter OCTAVIUS ANTONY, and their Army.


Young man, thou could'st not die more honOct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered : You said, the enemy would not come down,


Cas. A peevish school-boy, worthless of such But keep the hills and upper regions ;

bonour, It proves not so ; their battles are at band;

Join'd with a masker and a reveller. They mean to warn us at Philippi here,

Ant. Old Cassius still!
Answering before we do demand of them.

Oct. Come, Autony ; away.
Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
Wherefore they do it: they could be content

Defiance, traitors, burl we in your teeth:
To visit other places; and come down

If you dare fight to-day, come to the field ; With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face,

If not, when you have stomachs.

(Ereunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage ;

and their Army. But 'tis not so.

Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; Enter a MESSENGER.

and swim, bark !

The storm is up, and all is on the bazard, Mess. Prepare you, generals :

Bru. Ho! The enemy comes on in gallant show;

Lucilius ; hark, a word with you. Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,

Luc. My lord. And something to be done immediately.

[Brutus and Lucilius converse apart. Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on.

Cas. Messala,-
Upon the left hand of the even field.

Mes. What says my general ?
Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the Cas. Messala.

This is my birth-day; as this very day
Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent?

Was Cassins born. Give me thy haud, Messala : Oct. I do not cross you ; but I will do so.

Be thou my witness, that, against my will, [March.

As Pompey was, am I compell’d to set Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their

Upon one battle all our liberties. army ; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and

You know, that I held Epicurus strong, others.

And his opinion : now I change my mind,

And partly credit things that do presage. Bru. They stand, and would have parley.

Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign Cas. Stand fast, Titinius : We must out and

Two mighty eagles fell; and there they perch'd, talk.

Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands, Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of bat

Who to Philippi here consorted 1 us, tle

This morning are they fled away and gone ; Ant. No, Cesar, we will answer on their

And, in their steads, do ravens, crows, and kites, charge.

Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us, Make forth, the generals would have some words.

As we were sickly prey; their shadows seem Oct. Stir not until the signal.

A canopy most fatal, under which Bru. Words before blows : Is it so, country. I Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost. ment

Mes. Believe not so.
Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do.

Cas. I but believe it parily :
Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes, I For I am fresh of spirit, and resolva

To meet all perils very constantly.
Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give Bru. Even so, Lucilius.
good words:

Cas. Now, most noble Brutus, Witness the hole you made in Cesar's heart,

The gods to-day stand friendly ; that we may, Crying, Long live ! hail, Cesar!

Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age ! Cas. Antony,

But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain, The posture of your blows are yet unknown ;

Let's reason with the worst that may befall. But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,

If we do lose this battle, then is this And leave them houeyless.

The very last time we shall speak together; Ant. Not stingless too.

What are you then determined to do? Bru. Oh! yes, and soundless too ;

Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,

By which I did blame Cato for the death And, very wisely, threat before you sting.

Which he did give himself-(I know not how, Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile

But I do find it cowardly and vile, daggers

For fear of what might fall, so to prevent Hack'd one another in the sides of Cesar :

The time of life)--arming myself with patience, You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd lil

To stay the providence of some high powers, hounds,

That govern us below. And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cesar's feet;

Cas. Then, li we lose this battle, Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind,

You are contented to be led in triumph Struck Cesar on the neck. O flatterers !

Thorough the streets of Rome? Cas. Flatterers !-Now, Brutus, thank your- Bru. No, Cassius, no : think not, thou noble self :

Roman, • Summon.

• First standard. Accompanied.

bange presage ico

That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome :

He bears too great a mind. But this same day I Come hither, Sirrah:
Must end that work the ides of March begun; In Parthia did I take thee prisoner;
And whether we shall meet again, I know not. And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
Therefore our everlasting farewell take :-

That whatsoever I did bid thee do,
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius !

Thou should'st attempt it. Come now, keep If we do meet again, why we shall smile ;

thine oath! If not, why then this parting was well made.

Now be a freenian : and, with this good sword, Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus ! That ran through Cesar's bowels, search this If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed!

bosom. If not, 'tis true this parting was well made. Stand not to answer; Here, take thou the bilts ; Bru. Why then, lead on.-Oh! that a man And, when my face is cover'd as 'tis now, might know

Guide thou the sword. Cesar, thou art reveng'd, The end of this day's business ere it come! Even with the sword that kill'd thee. But it sufliceth, that the day will end,

[Dies. And then the end is known.-Come, ho I away! Pin. So, I am free ; yet would not so have been,

(Ereunt. Durst I have done my will. 0 Cassius !

Far from this country Pindarus shall run, SOENE 11.-The same.-The Field of Battle. tle. Where never Roman shall take note of him.

[Erit. Alarum.--Enter Brutus and MESSALA. Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these

Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. bills

Mes. It is but change, Titinius ; for Octavius Unto the legions on the other side :

Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power, (Loud Alarum.

As Cassius' legions are by Antony. Let them set on at once : for 1 perceive

Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing, And sudden push gives them the overthrow.

Mes. Wbere did you li ave him ?

| Tht. All disconsolate, Ride, ride, Messala ; let them all come down.

With Pindarus bis bondman, on this hill. (Ereunt. | Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the

ground? SCENE 111.The same.- Another part of Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart! the Field.

Mes. Is not that he ? Alarum.--Enter Cassius and Titinius.

Tit. No, this was he, Messala,

But Cassius is no more.-0 setting sun ! Cas. 0, look, Titinins, look, the villains fly! As in thy red rays thou dost sink to night, Myself have to inine own turn'd enemy :

So in his red blood Cassius' day is set ; This ensign bere of mine was turning back ; The sm of Rome is set ! Our day is gone; I slew the coward, and did take it from bin. Clouds, dews, and dangers come ; our deeds are T'it. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too

done! early ;

Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. Who having some advantage on Octavius,

Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done Took it too eargerly ; his soldiers fell to spoil,

this deed. Whilst we by Antony are all enclos'd.

0 hateful error, melancholy's child !

Why didst thou show to the apt thoughts of men Enter PINDARUS.

The things that are not ? 0 error, soon con

ceiv'd, Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off ; | Thou never com'st unto a bappy birth, Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord !

But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee. Fly therefore, noble Cassins, fly far off.

Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, PinCas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, 'Ti

darus ? tinius;

Mcs. Seek him, Titinius : whilst I go to meet Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire? The noble Brutus, thrusting this report Tit. They are, my lord.

Into his ears : I may say, thrusting it : Cas. Titinius, if thou lov'st me,

For piercing steel, and darts envenomed, Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus, him,

As tidings of this sight. Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops, Tit. Hie yon, Messala, And here again ; that I may rest assur'd,

And I will seek for Pindarus the while. Whether yond' troops are friend or enemy.

[Exit MESSALA. Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?

(Erit. Did I not meet thy friends ? and did not they Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill; Put on my brows this wreath of victory, My sight was ever thick ; regard Titinius,

And bid me give't thee? Didst thou not hear And tell me what thou not'st about the field.

their shouts ?

[Exit PINDARUS. Alas! thon hast misconstrued every thing. This day I breathed first : time is come round, But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow; And where I did begin, there I sball end ;

Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I
My life has run his compass.-Sirrah, what news? Will do bis bidding.-Brutus, come apace,
Pin. (Above.] O my lord !

And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.-
Cas. What news

By your leave, gods :- This is a Rowan's part : Pin. Titinius is ?

Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. Enclosed round about with horsemen, that

[Dies. Make to him on the spar;- yet he spurs on.Now they are almost on him ; now, Titinius | Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, Now some 'light :-Oh! he lights too :-he's young CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and Lu. ta'en ;-and, hark !


(Shout. They shout for joy.

Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body ('as. Come down, behold no more.

lie? O coward tnat I am, to live so long,

Mes. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it. To see my best friend ta'en before my face ! Bru. Titivius' face is upward.

Cato. He is slain. • Billets containing directions,

Bru. O Julius Cesar, thon art mighty yet?

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Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords | Cli. Statilias show'd the torch-light; but, my In our own proper * entrails.


(Low Alarums. He came not back; he is or ta'en, or slain. Cato. Brave Titinius 1

Bru. Sitthee down, Clitus : Slaying is the Look, whe'r he have not crown's dead Cassius!

word; Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as it is a deed in fashion, Hark thee, Clitus.these ?-. .

(Whispering. The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!

Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the It is impossible that ever Rome

Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more Bru. Peace then, no words.

Cli. I'll rather kill myself
To this dead man, than you shall see me pay. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius!
I shall find time, Cassius, I sball find time.

[Whispers him. Coine, therefore, and to Thassos send his body; Dar. I do such a deed His funeral shall not be in our camp,

Cli. O Dardanius! Lest it discomfort us.-Lucilius, coine ;

Dar. O Clitus! And come, young Cato ; let us to the field.

Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to Labeo, and Flavius, set our battles on :

thee! 'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet e'er night Dar. To kill bim, Clitus : Look, he medi. We shall try fortune ini a second tight.

tates, Creunt. Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief,

That it runs over even at his eyes. SCENE IV.- Another part of the field. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a

word. Alarum.-Enter, fighting. Soldiers of both! Vol. What says my lord ?

Armies; then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILil's, and! Bru. Why, this, Volumnius : others.

The ghost of Cesar hath appear'd to me

Two several times by night: at Sardis, once ; Bru. Yet, countrymen, oh! yet hold up your And this last night, here in Philippi' fields. heads!

| I know my hour is come. Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go Vol. Not so, my lord. with me?

Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. I will proclaim my name about the field :

Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes ; I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho !

Our enemies have beat us to the pit : A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend : It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho !

Tban tarry till they push us. Good Volum. (Charges the Enemy.

nius, Bru, And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Tbou know'st that we two went to school toge. Brutus, my country's friend ; know me for

ther; Brutus.

Even for that our love of old, I pray thee, (Erit, charging the Enemy. Cato is Hold thou my sword-bilts, whilst i 'run on it. overpowered and falls.

Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou

[Alarum still. down?

Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius :

here. And may'st be honour'd being Cato's son.

Bru. Farewell to you; and you and you, 1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest.

Volumnius.Luc. Only I yield to die :

Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep : There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight ; Farewell to thee too, Strato.-Countrymen,

offering Money. My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life, Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.

I fouud no man, but he was true to me. 1 Sold. We must not.-A poble prisoner! I shall have glory by this losing day 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is More than Octavius and Mark Antony, ta'en.

By this vile conquest, shall attain unto. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news.-Here comes the So, fare you well at once : for Brutus' tongue general :

Hath almost ended his life's history:

Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would Enter ANTONY.


Tbat have but labour'd to attain this hour. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta’en, my lord.

[Alarum. Cry within ; Fly, fly, fiy.

Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. Luc. Safe, Antony ; Brutus is safe enough :

Bru. Hence; I will follow thee. I dare assure thee, that no enemy

[Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMShall ever take alive the noble Brutus :

NIUS. The gods defend himn from so great a shame!

I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: When you do find him, or alive, or dead,

Thou art a fellow of a good respect; He will be found like Brutus, like himself.

Thy life hath had some sinatch of honour in it: Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I as

Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face, sure you,

While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato ? A prize no less in worth : keep this man safe,

Stra. Give me your hand first : Fare you well, Give him all kindness: I had rather have

my lord. Such men my friends than enemies. Go on,

Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cesar, now be And see whe'r Brutus be alive or dead :

still : And bring us word unto Octavius' tent,

I kill'd not thee with half so good a will, How every thing is chanc'd.


[He runs on his Suord and dies. SCENE V.-Another part of the Field. Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY,


Oct. What man is that?

Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on

master ? this rock.

Stra. Free from the bondage you are in,

Messala ; • lato our own bodies.

| The conquerors can but make a fire of him ;

Brutus. Where Antony at 110 che Brutus shame!

For Brutus only overcame himself.

1 Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all And no man else hath honour by his death. All the conspirators, save only he, Luc. So Brutus should be found. I thank | Did that they did in envy of great Cesar : thee, Brutus,

He, only, in a general honest thought, That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. And common good to all made one of them. Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain His life was gentle ; and the elements then). •

So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? And say to all the world, This was a man!

Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. 1- Oct. According to his virtue let us use Oct. Do so, Messala.

him, Mes. How died my master, Strato!

With all respect and rites of burial. Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on Within my tent his bones to-pight shall lie, it.

Most like a soldier, order'd honourably. Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, So, call the field to rest; and let's away, That did the latest service to my master.

To part the glories of this happy day.

'Ereunt. * Take them into my service. t Recommend.

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