But 'uis not so.

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 ral'd. Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing.

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

us sweat,
Bru. Go, and cominend me to my brother The proof of it will turn to redder drops.

Look ;
Bid him 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 ? Per. Clau. It shall be done, my lord. Never, till Cesar's three and twenty wounds

[Ereunt. 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 woblest of thy Enter OCTATIUS ANTONY, and their Army.


Young man, thou could'st not die more honOit. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered :

ourable. You said, the enerny would not come down, But keep the hills and upper regions ;

Cas. A peevish school-boy, worthless of such

honour, 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, Antony ; away.--
Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know

Defiance, traitors, lurl we in your teeth :
Wherefore they do it: they could be content
To visit otber places; and come down

If you dare light to-day, come to the field;

If not, when you have stomachs. With feartal bravery, thinking, by this face,

[Eren OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage ;

and their Army.

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

and swim, bark ! Mess. Prepare you, generals :

The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.

Bru. Ho!
The enemy comes on in gallant show ;
Their bloody sign of battle is Lang out,

Lucilius; hark, a word with you.

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

(BRUTUS and Lucilius converse apart. Ant. Octavius, lead your battle sostly ol. Cas. Messala, l'pon the left hand of the even field.

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

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

Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, 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 compelld to set Druv. Enter Brotrs, Cassirs, and their Upon one battle all our liberties. army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and You know, that I held Epicurus strong,

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 perchd,

Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands, Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of bat. Who to Philippi bere consorted + us,

This morning are they fled away and gode ; 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 seein (ict. Stir not until the sigual.

A canopy most fatal, under which
Bru, Words before blows: Is it so, country- Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.
men 1

Mes. Believe not so.
001. Not that we love words better, as you do. Cas. I but believe it partly;
Brt. Good words are better than bad strokes, For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd

To meet all perils very constantly.
daf. 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, Ching, Long live ! hail, Cesar!

Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age !

But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain, The posture of yonr 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 honeyless.

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

What are you then determined to do? bru. Oni yes, and soundless too ;

Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, for you have stoi'u their buzzing, Antony, By which I did blame Cato for the death And, very wisely, threat before you sting. Which be did give himself-(I know not bow, Ant. Vilains, you did not so, when your vile But I do find it cowardly and vile, dargers

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

The time of life)--arming myself with patience, You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like to stay the providence of suine 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, bebind, You are contented to be led in triumph
Struck Cesar on the neck. O Datterers !

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



• First mandard, • Summon.

Cas. Antony,

That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome:

Enter PINDARUS. He bears too great a mind. Bat this same day

Come hither, Sirrah : Must end that work the ides of March begun; Io Parthia did I take thee prisoner ; And whether we shall meet again, I know not. And then I swore thee, saving of tby 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 freemran : 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 hilts; 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 ant reveng's, The end of this day's business ere it come! Even with the sword that kill'd thee. But it sufficeth, that the day will end,

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

(Ereunt. Durst I bave done my will. O Cassius !

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

(Exit. 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 hy noble Brutus' power,

(Loud Alarum. Let them set on at once ; for I perceive

As Cassius' legions are by Autony. But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing,

Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. And sudden push gives them the overthrow.

Mes. Where did you kave hiin ?

Tit. All disconsolate, Ride, ride, Messala : let thein all come down.


With Piudarus bis bondman, on this hill.
Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the

ground? SCENE III.-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, Titinius, look, the villains ty! As in thy red rays thou dost sink to night, Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy :

So in his red blood Cassius' day is set; This ensign here of mine was turning back ;

The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone ; I slew the coward, and did take it from him. Clouds, dews, and dangers come ; our deeds are Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too

done! early ;

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

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

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

O batefiul error, melancholy's child !

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

The things that are not? O error, soon cun

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

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

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

darus tinius;

Mos. 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 enveniomed, 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 you, 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 givet thee? Didst thou not hear and tell me what thou not'st about the field.

their shouts ?

(Erit PINDARUS. Alas! thou 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 shall end; Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I My life has run his compass.-Sirrah, what news ? will do his 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 Roman's part : Pin. Titinius is! Enclosed round about with horsemen, that

Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.

(Dies. Make to him on the spur ;-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, VOLUMNIOS, and Lu. ta’en ;-and, hark!


[Shout. They shout for joy.

Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body Cas. Come down, behold no more.

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

Mes. Lo, yonder ; and Titinius mouruies t. To see my best friend ta'en before my face !

Bru. Titinius' face is upward.

Cato. He is slain. • Billets containing directions.

Bru. O Julius Cesar, thou art mighty yet!

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Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords Cli. Statilius show'd the torch-light ; tant, my

lord, la our own proper entrails.

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

Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus i Slaying is the Look, whe'r le bave not crown'd dead Cassius!

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

(Whispering. The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! Clé. 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. l'll rather kill myself
To this dead man, than you shall see me pay. Brk. Hark thee, Dardanius!
I shall And time, Cassins, I shall tind time.-

[Whispers him.
Corne, therefore, and to Thassos send his body; Dar. 1 do such a deed
His funeral shall not be in our camp,

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

Dar. 0 Clius (
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 him, Clitus : Look, he mediWe shall try fortune in a second Aght.

(Ereunt. Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief,

That it runs over even at his eyes.
SOENE IV.-Another part of the field.

Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a

Alarum.-Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both

Vol. What says my lord ?
Armies; then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and

Bra. Wby, this, Volumnins :

The ghost of Cesar bath appear'd to me

Two several times by night : at Sardis, once ; Rru. 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 1

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 ain the son of Marcus Cato, ho!

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

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

nius, Bru, And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, l;

Thou know'st that we two went to school togeBrutus, sny country's friend ; know me for

ther ; Brutus.

Even for that our love of old, I pray thee, (Erit, charging the Enemy. CATO 19 Hold thon my sword-hilts, whilst i run on it. overpowered and falls.

Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. Lucyouug and noble Cato, art thon

[Alarum still. down?

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

here. Ad may'st be honour'd being Cato's soll.

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

Luc. Only 1 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,

(ofering Money. My heart dotb joy, that yet, in all my life, Kill Bratys, 2nd be honour'd in his death. I found no man, but he was true to me. 1 Sold. We must 1106.- A noble prisoner! 1 shall have glory by this losing day 2 Sold. Room, ho1 Tell Antony, Brutus is More than Octavius and Mark Antony,

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 bave but labour'd to attain this hour.
Brutus is talen, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.

[Alarum. Cry within ; Fly, fly, fly. Ant. Where is be

Cli. Fly, my lord, fly.
Ime. Sale, Antony ; Brolus is safe enough : Bru. Hence; I will follow thee.
I dare assure thee, that no enemy

(Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANTUS, and VOLUM. Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:

That gods defend him from so great a shame!

I prythee, 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 smatch of honour in it:
Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I as. Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,
sure yon,

While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?
A prize no less iu worth : keep this man safe, Stra. Give me your hand first : Fare you well,
Give bim all kindness: I had rather bave
back then any 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. (Ereunt.

[He runs on his Sword and dies. SCENE 1.-Another part of the field. Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY,


Oct. What man is that? and VOLUMNIUS.

Mes. My master's man. ---Strato, where is thy

Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on
this rock.

Stra. Free from the bondage you are in,


The conquerors can but make a fre of him ; • luto our own bodics.




my lord.

For Brutus only overcame himself,

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'á 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 them.

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. - Oct. According to his virtue let us Oct. Do so, Messala.

him, Mes. How died my master, Strato 1

With all respect and rites of burial. Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on Within my ient bis bones to-night 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 bappy day.

(Ereunt. '• Take them into my service. + Recommend.



* LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. THIS play is sepposed to have been written in the year 1608 ; and some of its incidents may have been borrowed

from a production of Daniel's, called " The Tragedie of Cleopatra," which was entered on the books of the Stationers' Company in the year 1593. It rapidly condenses the events of a considerable period, commencing with the triple partition of the empire at the death of Brutus, B. C. 41, and terminating with the final overthree of the Prolemeau dynasty, B. C. 23. Its historical features are, upon the whole, accurately drawn ; and the settiments of many of the characters are literally copied from Plutarch and other biographers.---An teay's illicit connection with Cleopatra, his brutal treatment of the amiable Octavia, and his absurd assumpo" tien of despotie power in bequeathing the Roman provinces to a degraded progeny, were the ostensible gteaeds of the rupture which ended in his death, and united the whole extent of Roman conquest under one imperial sceptre. The character of Cleopatra, the fascinating, dexterous, and incontinent Egyptian, abounds in pretical beauty; and the rough soldier's description of her passage down the Cydnus, has ever been considered a lunriant specimen of glowing oriental description. But it is in the portrait of Antony that the dire criminating reader will chiefly discover the pencil of a master. It is a choice finish to the outline of his character, as given in the play of Julius Cesar. He was then " a masker and a reseller," of comely person, lively vil, and tusinuating address :---but the fire of youth, and the dictates of ambition, restrained his licentious (avings withiu tolerable bounds. In the decline of life, and in the lap of voluptaousness, with wealth at his caemand, and monarchs at his footstool, we find him alternately playing the fool, the hero, or the barbarian, inding away the treasures of the East in sensuality and indolence, and destroying a noble army by cowardice ead obstinacy. Still, the rays of inherent greatness occasionally gleam through a cloud of ignoble propenkities, and glimmerings of Roman greatness partially reclaim a career of the most doting effeminacy. The philosophy of his mind, and the cool superiority of maturer years, are admirably pourtrayed in the first recriminatory scene with Octavius Cesar, who, notwithstanding the flattery of historians," was deceitful, mean, spirited, proud, and revengeful."---Dr. Johnson says: “This play keeps curiosity always busy, and the pas. tions always interested. The continual hurry of the action, the variety of incidents, and the quick succession ef ene passage to another, call the miud forwards without intermission from the first act to the last. But the power of delighung is derived principally from the frequent changes of the scene; for, except the femi. sine afts (some of which are too low) which distinguish Cleopatra, no character is very strongly discrimihard. Vpton, who did not easily miss what he desired to find, has discovered that the language of Antony is, with great skill and learning, made pompous and superb, according to bis real practice. But I think his diction not distinguishable from that of others: the most inmid speech in the play is that whịch Cesar makes to Antony."




TAURUS, Lieutenant-general to Cesar.
CANIDIUS, Lieutenant-general to Antony.
Silius, an Officer in Ventidius' Army.
EUPHRONIUS, an Ambassador from Antony to


Attendants on Cleopatra.


CLEOPATRA, Queen of Egypt.
Octavia, Sister to César, and wife to Antony.

CHAKMAN,and IRAS, Attendants on Cleopatra.
Friends to Cesar.

Oficers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other

SCENE, changes to several Parts of the Roman Empire,


Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,

Which in the scuffles of great fights bath burst SEVE I.-Alerandria..A Room in CLEO- The buckles on his breast, reueyes* all temper; PATKA'S Palace.

And is become the bellows and the fan

To cool a gypsy's lust. Look where they conse! Enter DEXETRIUS and Philo. Phil. Nay, but this dotage of our general's

Flourish. Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA RI!!! Verfows the measure; those his goodly eyes,

their Trains : EUNUCHS fanning her. That o'er the tiles and musters of the war | Take but good note and you shall see in his Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn,

• Renunces. The ofice and devotion of their riew

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