Act V, Scene iii: Another part of the field.
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[Alarum. Enter Cassius and Titinius.]
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| | CASSIUS: | |
| | 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. | |
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| | TITINIUS: | |
| | 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 enclosed. | |
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| | PINDARUS: | |
| | Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; | |
| | Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord: | |
| | Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far' off. | |
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| | CASSIUS: | |
| | This hill is far enough.—Look, look, Titinius; | |
| | Are those my tents where I perceive the fire? | |
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| | TITINIUS: | |
| | They are, my lord. | |
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| | CASSIUS: | |
| | Titinius, if thou lovest 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 assured | |
| | Whether yond troops are friend or enemy. | |
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| | TITINIUS: | |
| | I will be here again, even with a thought. | |
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| | CASSIUS: | |
| | Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill: | |
| | My sight was ever thick: regard Titinius, | |
| | And tell me what thou notest about the field.— | |
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| | 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? | |
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| | PINDARUS: | |
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[Above.]
O my lord!
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| | PINDARUS: | |
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[Above.]
Titinius is enclosed round about
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| | With horsemen, that make to him on the spur: | |
| | Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him.— | |
| | Now, Titinius!—Now some 'light. O, he 'lights too: | |
| | He's ta'en;[Shout.]and, hark! they shout for joy. | |
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| | CASSIUS: | |
| | Come down; behold no more.— | |
| | O, coward that I am, to live so long, | |
| | To see my best friend ta'en before my face! | |
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| | Come hither, sirrah: | |
| | In Parthia did I take thee prisoner; | |
| | And then I swore thee, saving of thy life, | |
| | That whatsoever I did bid thee do, | |
| | Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath; | |
| | Now be a freeman; and with this good sword, | |
| | That ran through Caesar's bowels, search this bosom. | |
| | Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilts; | |
| | And when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now, | |
| | Guide thou the sword.—Caesar, thou art revenged, | |
| | Even with the sword that kill'd thee. | |
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| | PINDARUS: | |
| | 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. | |
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[Re-enter Titinius with Messala.]
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| | MESSALA: | |
| | It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius | |
| | Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power, | |
| | As Cassius' legions are by Antony. | |
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| | TITINIUS: | |
| | These tidings would well comfort Cassius. | |
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| | MESSALA: | |
| | Where did you leave him? | |
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| | TITINIUS: | |
| | All disconsolate, | |
| | With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. | |
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| | MESSALA: | |
| | Is not that he that lies upon the ground? | |
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| | TITINIUS: | |
| | He lies not like the living. O my heart! | |
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| | TITINIUS: | |
| | 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. | |
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| | MESSALA: | |
| | Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. | |
| | O hateful Error, Melancholy's child! | |
| | Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men | |
| | The things that are not? O Error, soon conceived, | |
| | Thou never comest unto a happy birth, | |
| | But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee! | |
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| | TITINIUS: | |
| | What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus? | |
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| | MESSALA: | |
| | Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet | |
| | The noble Brutus, thrusting this report | |
| | Into his ears: I may say, thrusting it; | |
| | For piercing steel and darts envenomed | |
| | Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus | |
| | As tidings of this sight. | |
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| | TITINIUS: | |
| | Hie you, Messala, | |
| | And I will seek for Pindarus the while.— | |
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[Exit Messala.]
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| | 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: | |
| | Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. | |
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[Alarum. Re-enter Messala, with Brutus, young Cato,Strato, Volumnius, and Lucilius.]
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| | BRUTUS: | |
| | Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? | |
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| | MESSALA: | |
| | Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it. | |
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| | BRUTUS: | |
| | Titinius' face is upward. | |
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| | BRUTUS: | |
| | O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet! | |
| | Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords | |
| | In our own proper entrails. | |
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| | CATO: | |
| | Brave Titinius! | |
| | Look whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius! | |
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| | BRUTUS: | |
| | Are yet two Romans living such as these?— | |
| | The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! | |
| | It is impossible that ever Rome | |
| | Should breed thy fellow.—Friends, I owe more tears | |
| | To this dead man than you shall see me pay.— | |
| | I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.— | |
| | Come therefore, and to Thassos send his body: | |
| | His funerals shall not be in our camp, | |
| | Lest it discomfort us.—Lucilius, come;— | |
| | And come, young Cato;—let us to the field.— | |
| | Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on:— | |
| | 'Tis three o'clock; and Romans, yet ere night | |
| | We shall try fortune in a second fight. | |
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