Therefore our everlasting farewel take; Bru. Why then, lead on. O, that a man might know The end of this day's bufinefs ere it come! But it fufficeth, that the day will end; And then the end is known. Come, ho, away. [Exeunt. Alarum. Enter Brutus and Meffala. [Loud alarum. Bru. Ride, ride, Messala; ride, and give these bills Alarum. Enter Caffius and Titinius. Enter Pindarus. Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Mark Antony is in your Tents, my lord; Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off. [Exte 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, And And here again; that I may rest assur'd, 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 note'ft about the field. This day I breathed firft; time is come round; And where I did begin, there shall I end; My life is run its compafs. Now, what news? Pind above. Oh, my lord! Caf. What news? Pind. Titinius is inclosed round about Caf. Come down, behold no more; Come hither, firrah; In Parthia did I take thee prisoner; [Shout Thou shouldst attempt it. Come, now keep thine oath, Guide thou the sword- -Cefar, thou art reveng'd, Enter Titinius, and Meffala. Mef. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavias Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power, [Exit D. 4 As Caffius' legions are by Antony. Tit. Thefe tidings will well comfort Caffius Tit. All difconfolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. Mef. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground? Tit. He lies not like the living. Oh my heart! Mef. Is not that he? Tit. No, this was he, Messala; But Caffius is no more! Oh, fetting Sun! The Sun of Rome is fet! our day is gone; Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are dones Miftruft of my fuccefs hath done this deed. Me Miftruft of good fuccefs hath done this deed. Oh! hateful Error, Melancholy's child! Why dost thou fhew to the apt thoughts of men 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 nahi D......... Robie Bruins, thruking this report Into his ears; I may fay, thrufting it; Tit. Hie you, Messala, And I will feek for Pindarus the while. [Exit Mef. Why didft thou fend me forth, brave Caffius! [fhouts? And bid me give it thee? didft thou not hear their By By your leave, Gods- —This is a Roman's part. [Stabs himself Come, Caffius' fword, and find Titinius' heart. [Dies. Alarum. Enter Brutus, Meffala, young Cato, Strato, Bru. Where, where, Meffala, doth his body lie? 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. [Low alarums Cato. Brave Titinius! Look, if he have not crown'd dead Caffius ! Bru. Are yet two Romans living, fuch as these? Thou laft of all the Romans! fare thee well; It is impoffible, that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow. (33) Friends, I owe more tears To this dead man, than you shall fee me pay. I fhall find time, Caffius, I fhall find time Come, therefore, (34) and to Thaos fend his body: (33) Friends, I owe more tears To this dead man.] This paffage (but why, I know not) feems twice to have been fneer'd in Beaumont and Fletcher's Knight of the Burning Peftle. Lucé crying over Jasper, her sweetheart, suppos'ddead, fays; Good friends, depart a little, whilft I take And Mafter Humphry, before, fays to Lucé, I care not at what price; for, on my word, it (34)—and to Tharfus fend bis body.] Thus all the editions hitherto, very ignorantly. But the whole tenor of hiftory warrants as to write, as I have reftored the text, Thaffos.-Tharfos was a town of Cilicia, in Afia Minor: and is it probable, Brutus could think of fending Caffius's body thither out of Thrace, where they were now incamp'd? Thaos, on the contrary, was a little ifle lying close upon Thrace, and at but a small distance from Philippi, to which the body might very commodiously be transported. Vid. Plutarch, Appian, Dion Caffius, n 1 His funeral fhall not be in our Camp, [Exeunt Alarum. Enter Brutus, Meffala, Cato, Lucilius, and Flavius. Bru, Yet, Countrymen, oh yet, hold up your heads: Cato. What baftard doth not? who will go with me? 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. Enter Soldiers and fight. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my Country's friend; know me for Brutus. [Exite There is fo much, that thou wilt kill me ftraight; Enter Antony. 2 Sild Room, ho! tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. 1 Sold. I'll tell thee 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. Idare affure thee, that no enemy 'Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus: The Gods defend him from fo great a fhame! will be found like Brutus, like himself. |