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Luc. Nothing, my lord.
Bru. Sleep again, Lucius.-Sirrah, Claudius !
Var. My lord !
Ay; Saw you any thing?
Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing.
Nor I, my lord.
SCENE I.-The Plains of Philippi.
So I hope; Enter OCTAVICS, ANTONY, and their Army.
I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
Bru. “O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered:
Young man, thou couldst not die more hoYou said the enemy would not come down,
norable. But keep the hills and upper regions;
Cas. A peevish school-boy, worthless of such It proves not so: their battles are at hand;
honor, They mean to warno us at Philippi here,
Join'd with a masker and a reveller. Answering before we do demand of them.
Ant. Old Cassius still! Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know, Oct.
Com ,, Antony; away.Wherefore they do it: they could be content
Defiance, traitors, hurl wc in your teeth: To visit other places; and come down
If you dare right to-day, come to the field; With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face,
If not, when you have stomachs. To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage; (Erewit OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army. But 'tis not so.
Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; and Enter a Messenger.
swim, bark! Mess. Prepare you, generals:
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
Lucilius; hark, a word with you.
My lord. Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
(Brutus and LUCILIUs converse apart.
Cas. Messala,Upon the left hand of the even field.
Mes. Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left.
What says my general ?
Cas. Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent?
Messala, Oct. I do not cross you; but I will do so.
This is my birth-day; as this very day (March. Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala:
Be thou my witness, that, against my will, Drum. Enter Brutus, CASSIUS, and their Army;
As Pompey was, am I compellid to set
Upon one battle all our liberties.
Ant. No, Cæsar, we will answer on the charge. Coming from Sardis, on our former? ensign Make forth, the generals would have some words. Two mighty eagles fell, and there they, perch'd, Oct. Stir not until the signal.
Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands; Bru. Words before blows: Is it so, country- | Who to Philippi here consorted us; men ?
This morning are they fled away, and gone ;
a Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do. And in their steads, do ravens, crows, and kites, Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes, Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us, Octavius.
As we were sickly prey; their shadows seem Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good A canopy most fåtal, under which words:
Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost. Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart,
Mes. Believe not so. Crying, Long live? hail, Cæsar!
I but believe it partly; Cas.
For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd
Now, most noble Brutus, Ant.
Not stingless too. The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may, Bru. O, yes, and soundless too;
Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age! For you have stol’n their buzzing, Antony, But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain, And, very wisely, threat before you sting.
Let's reason with the worst that may befall. Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile If we do lose this battle, then is this daggers
The very last time we shall speak together: Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar:
What are you then determined to do? You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawu'd like Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, hounds,
By which I did blame Cato for the death And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cxsar's feet, Which he did give himself: I know not how, Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind,
But I do find it cowardly and vile, Struck Cæsar on the neck. O flatterers!
For fear of what might fall, so to prevent Cas. Flatterers!-Now, Brutus, thank yourself: The time of life :-arming myself with patience, This tongue had not offended so to-day,
To stay the providence of some high powers If Cassius might have ruled.
That govern us below. Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing make us Cas.
Then, if we lose this battle, sweat,
You are contented to be led in triumph The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
Thorough the streets of Rome? Look;
Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble I draw a sword against conspirators;
Roman, When think you that the sword goes up again ?-- That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; Never till Cæsar's three and twenty wounds He bears too great a mind. But this same day Be well avenged; or till another Casar
Must end that work the ides of March begun; Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors. And whether we shall meet again, I know not.
Bru. Cesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands, Therefore our everlasting tarewell take :-
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!
If we do meet again, why we shall smile;
Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. If not, why then this parting was well made. Mes. Where did you leave him? Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus ! Tu.
All disconsolate, If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed :
With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made.
Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground? Bru. Why then, lead on.-0, that a man might Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart! know
Mes. Is not that he ? The end of this day's business, ere it come!
No, this was he, Messala, But it sufficeth, that the day will end,
But Cassius is no more.-0 setting sun! And then the end is known.-Come, ho! away! As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night,
(Exeunt. So in his red blood Cassius' day is set; SCENE II.-The Field of Battle.
The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone;
Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA.
done; Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. bills
Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. Unto the legions on the other side: [Loud Alarum. O hateful error, melancholy's child! Let them set on at once; for I perceive
Why dost thou show to the
apt thoughts of men But cold demeanor in Octavius' wing,
The things that are not? O error, soon conceiv'd, And sudden push gives them the overthrow. Thou never com’st unto a happy birth, Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee.
(Exeunt. Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus? SCENE III.- Another Part of the Field.
Mes. Seek him, Titinius: whilst I go to meet
The noble Brutus, thrusting this report Alarum. Enter Cassius and TITINIUS.
Into his ears : I may say thrusting it;
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,
Hie you, Messala, Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early; And I will seek for Pindarus the while. Who, having some advantage on Octavius,
(Erit MESSALA. Took it too eagerly: his soldiers fell to spoil, Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? Whilst we by Antony were all enclos'd.
Did's not meet thy friends, and did not they
Put on my brows this wreath of victory,
And bid me giv't thee? Didst thou not hear their
shouts? Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord !
Alas! thou hast misconstrued every thing.
But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow;
Will do his bidding.-Brutus, come a pace, Cas. Titinius, if thou lov'st me, By your leave, gods.- This is a Roman’s part:
And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him, Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops, And here again; that I may rest assur'd,
(Dies. Whether yond' troops are friend or enemy.
Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. Cato, STRATO, VOLUMNICS, and LUCILIUS.
Exit. Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill;
Mes. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it. My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius,
Bru. Titinius' face is upward. And tell me what thou notist about the field.
He is slain. (Exit PINDARUS. Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! This day I breathed first: time is come round, Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords And where I did begin, there I shall end;
In our own proper entrails. (Low Alarums. My life is run his compass.-Sirrah, what news? Cato.
Brave Titinius! Pin. (Above.] O my lord!
Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius! Cas. What news ?
Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these?Pin. Titinius is
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! Enclosed round about with horsemen, that
It is impossible that ever Rome Make to him on the spur:-yet he spurs on
Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more Now they are almost on him; now, Titinius!
tears Now some 'light:-0, he 'lights too-he's ta’en-To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.and, hark !
[Shout. I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.They shout for joy.
Come, therefore, and to Thassos send bis body; Cas.
Come down, behold no more.- His funeral shall not be in our camp, 0, coward that I am, to live so long,
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 In Parthia did I take thee prisoner;
We shall try fortune in a second fight. (Exeunt. And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
SCENE IV.- Another Part of the Field. That whatsoever I did bid thee do, Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine Alarum. Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both Armies; oath!
then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and others. Now be a freeman; and with this good sword, Bru. Yet, countrymen,( yet hold up your heads! That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this bosom. Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with Stand not to answer: Here, take thou the hilts;
me? And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,
I will proclaim my name about the field:
Pin. So I am free, yet would not so have been, I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
[Charges the Enemy. Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Where never Roman shall take note of him. (Exit. Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus. Re-enter TITINIUS with MESSALA.
(Exit, charging the Enemy. Cato is over
powered, and falls. Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
Luc. O young and noble Čato, art thou down? Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; As Cassius' legions are by Antony.
And may'st be honord, being Čato's son. 9 Directions for the officers.
1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest.
Only I yield to die, Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight: Bru. Farewell to you;--and you;-and you,
Volumnius.Kill Brutus, and be honor'd in his death.
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
I shall have glory by this losing day,
More than Octavius, and Mark Antony,
By this vile conquest shall attain unto. Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.
So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue Ant. Where is he?
Hath almost ended his life's history: Lu. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough;
Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest. I dare assure thee, that no enemy
That have but labor'd to attain ihis hour. Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:
( Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, fly. The gods detend him from so great a shame!
Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. When you do find him, or alive, or dead,
Hence; I will follow thee, He will be found like Brutus, like himself.
(Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS. Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, I pr’yihee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: A prize no less in worth: keep this man sate,
Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Give him all kindness: I had rather have
Thy lite hath had some smatch of honor in it: Such men my friends than enemies. Go on,
Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face, And see whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead:
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent,
Stra. Give me your hand first: Fare you well, How every thing is chanced.
(Exeunt. SCENE V.- Another Part of the Field.
Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cæsar, now be still,
I kill'd not thee with halt so good a will. Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and
(He runs on his Sword, and dies. VOLUMNIUS.
Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVICS, ANTONY, Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this
MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and their Army. rock. Ch. Statilius show'd the torch-light; but, my lord,
Oct. What man is that? He came not back; he is or ta'en, or slain.
Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word;
master? It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Mes[Whispering.
sala; Cli. What, I, my lord ? No, not for all the world. The conquerors can but make a fire of him; Bru. Peace, then, no cords.
For Brutus only overcame himself, Cli.
I'll rather kill myself. And no man else hath honor by his death. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! [Whispers him.
Luc. So Brutus should be found.- I thank thee, Dar.
I do such a deed? That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.
Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain them. Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thec?
Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Dar. To kill him, Clitus: Look, he meditates.
Stra. Ay, if Messala will preter? me to you. Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
Oct. Do so, Messala.
Mes. That it runs over even at his eyes.
How died my master, Strato? Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius: list a word.
Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Vol. What says my lord ?
Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, Bru. Why, this, Volumnius:
That did the latest service to my master. The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all : Two several times by night: at Sardis, once;
All the conspirators, sa ve only he, And, this last night, here in Philippi' fields.
Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar;
He only, in a general honest thought,
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle, and the elements Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes;
So mix'd in him, that Naivre might stand up, Our enemies have beat us to the pit:
And say to all the world, This was a min: It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,
Oct. According to his virtue let us use him, Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,
With all respect and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
So, call the field to rest: and let's away. l'ol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord.
To part the glories of this happy day. (Exeunt. [Alarum still. * Receive into my service. • Recommend.
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
MENAS, OCTAVIUS CÆSAR, Triumvirs.
MENECRATES, Friends of Pompey. M. ÆMIL. LEPIDCS,
VARRICS, SEXTUS POMPEIUS.
TAURUS, Lieutenant-General to Cæsar. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS,
CANIDIUS, Lieutenant-General to Antony. VENTIDICS,
SILICs, an Officer in Ventidius's Army. EROS,
EUPHRONICS, an Ambussador from Antony to SCARUS, Friends of Antony.
ALEXAS, MARDIAN, SELEUCUS, and DIOMEDES, AtDEMETRIUS,
tendants on Cleopatra. Philo,
A Soothsayer. MECENAS,
A Clown. AGRIPPA,
CLEOPATRA, Queen of Egypt. DOLABELLA,
OCTAVIA, Sister to Cæsar, and Wife to Antony. Friends to Cæsar. PROCULEIUS,
} Attendants on Cleopatra. GALLUS,
Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants. SCENE, dispersed ; in several parts of the Roman Empire.
SCENE I.- Alexandria. A Room in Cleopatra's Is come from Cæsar; therefore hear it, Antony.-. Palace.
Where's Fulvia's process ?5 Cæsar's, I would say? Enter DEMETRIUS and Philo.
- Both ?
Call in the messengers.--As I am Egypt's queen, Phi. Nay, but this dotage of our general's, O'ertlows the measure: Those his goodly eyes,
Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine
Is Caesar's homager: else so thy cheek pays shame, That o'er the tiles and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn,
When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds.--'T'he ines
sengers. The oflice and devotion of their view
Ant. Lel Rome in Tyber melt! and the wide Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,
arch Which in the scuflles of great tights had burst
Of the ranged empire fall! Here is my space; The buckles on his breast, renegesall temper; And is become the bellows and the fan,
Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike
Feeds beasts as man: the nobleness of life To cool a gipsy's lust. Look, where they come!
Is, to do thus; when such a mutual pair Flourish. Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, with
(Embracing. their Trains; Eunuchs fanning her.
And such a twain can do't, in which, I bind, Take but good note, and you shall see in him
On pain of punishment, the world to weet,
We stand up peerless.
Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her ?Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be
I'll seem the fool I am not: Antony reckon'd.
Will be himself. Cleo. I'll set a bourn2 how far to be belov'd.
But stirr'd by Cleopatra.Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, Now, for the love of Love, and her soft hours, new earth.
Let's not confound? the time with conference
harsh : Enter an Attendant.
There's not a minute of our lives should stretch Att. News, my good lord, from Rome.
Without some pleasure now: What sport to-night? Ant.
Grates3 me:--The sum? Cleo. Hear the ambassadors. Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony.
Fye, wrangling queen! Fulvia, perchance, is angry: Oř, who knows Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, If the scarce-bearded Casar have not sent
To weep; whose every passion fully strives His powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this; To make itself, in thee, fair and admir'd! Take in' that kingdom, and enfranchise that ; No messenger; but thine and all alone, Perform't, or else we damn thee.
To-night, we'll wander through the streets, and note Ant.
How, my love! The qualitios of people. Come, my queen; Cleo. Perchance,-nay, and most like,
Last night you did desire it:-Speak not to us. You must not stay here longer, your dismission
(Exeunt Ant. and Cleop. with their Train. 1 Renounces.
Bound or limit.
Dem. Is Cæsar with Antonius priz'd so slight? 1 Offends.
• Subdue, conquer.
Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony,
Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of He comes too short of that great property
the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to see a Which still should go with Antony:
handsonne man loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorDem.
I am full sorry, row to behold a foul knave uncuckolded: ThereThat he approves the common liar, who
fore, dear Isis, kecp decorum, and fortune him acThus speaks of him at Rome: But I will hope cordingly ! Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy! Char. Amen.
[Eceunt. Alex. Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to make SCENE II.- Another Room.
me a cuckold, they would make themselves whores,
but they'd do't. Enter CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAs, and a Soothsayer.
Eno, Hush! here comes Antony.
Not he, the queen.
Enter CLEOPATRA. soothsayer that you praised so to the queen? O, that
Cleo. Saw you my lord ? I knew this husband, which, you say, must change Eno.
No, lady. his horns with garlands!
Was he not here? Alex. Soothsayer,
Char. No, madam. Sooth. Your will?
Cleo. He was disposed to mirth; buton a sudden Char. Is this the man?—Is't you, sir, that know
A Roman thought hath struck him.-Enobarbus. things?
Alex. Here, madam, at your service.-My lord
approaches. Eno. Bring in the banquet quickly: wine enough, Enter ANTONY, with a Messenger and Attendants. Cleopatra's health to drink.
Cleo. We will not look upon him: Go with us. Char. Good sir, give me good fortune.
[Exeunt CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, ALEXAS, IRAS, Sooth. I make not, but foresee.
CHARMIAN, Soothsayer and Attendants. Chur. Pray, then, foresee me one.
Mess. Fulvia thy wite first came into the field. Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer than you are. Ant. Against my brother Lucius? Char. He means, in flesh.
Mess. Ay: Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old. But soon that war had end, and the time's state Char. Wrinkles forbid!
Made friends of them, jointing their force 'gainst Alex. Vex not his prescience; be attentive.
Cæsar; Char. Hush !
Whose better issue in the war, from Italy, Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than beloved. Upon the first encounter, drave them. Char. I had rather heat my liver with drinking. Ant.
Well, Alex. Nay, hear him.
What worst? Char. Good now, some excellent fortune! Let
Mess. The nature of bad news infects the teller. me be married to three kings in a forenoon, and Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward.-On: widow them all; let me have a child at fifty, to
Things that are past, are done with me.---'Tis thus: whom Herod of Jewry may do homage: find me Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, to marry me with Octavius Cæsar, and companion I hear him as he flatter'd. me with my mistress.
Labienus Sooth. You shalloutlive the lady whom you serve. (This is stiff news) hath, with his Parthian force, Char. () excellent! I love long lite better than Extended? Asia from Euphrates; figs.
His conquering banner shook, from Syria Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer former To Lydia, and to lonia; fortune
WhilstThan that which is to approach.
Ant. Antony, thou wouldst sayChar. Then, belike, my children shall have no Mess.
O, my lord, names:9 Prythee, how many boys and wenches Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general must I have ?
tongue; Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb, Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome; And fertile every wish, a million.
Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. With such full license, as both truth and malice
Alex. You think, none but your sheets are privy Have power to utier. O, then we bring forth to your wishes.
weeds, Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers.
When our quick winds lie still; and our ills told us, Alex. We'll know all our fortunes.
Is as our earing. Fare thee well a while. Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, Mess. At your noble pleasure.
[Erit. shall be drunk to bed.
Ant. From Sicyon how the news? Speak there. Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if no- 1 Alt. The man from Sicyon.—Is there such a thing else.
one. Char. Even as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth 2 Alt. He stays upon your will. famine.
Let him appear, Irus. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot sooth- These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, say. Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prog
Enter another Messenger. nostication, I cannot scratch mine ear.-Pr'ythee Or lose myself in dotage.-What are you? tell her but a worky-day fortune.
2 Mess. Fulvia thy wife is dead. Sooth. Your fortunes are alike.
Where died she? Irus. But how? but how? give me particulars. 2 Mess. In Sicyon: Sooth. I have said.
Her length of sickness, with what else more serious Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than she? Importeth thee to know, this bears. (Gives a letter. Chur. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune Ant.
Forbear me.better than I, where would you choose it?
(Exit Messenger. Iras. Not in my husband's nose.
There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it: Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alex. What our contempts do often hurl from us, as,-come, his fortune, his fortune.-0, let him We wish it ours again; the present pleasure, marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis," I be- By revolution lowering, does become seech thee! And let her die too, and give him a The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone, worse! and let worse follow worse, till the worst of The hand could pluck her back, that shov'd her on. all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a I must from this enchanting queen break off; cuckold! Good Isis, hear me this prayer, though Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know, thou deny me a matter of more weight; good Isis, My idleness doth hatch.-How now! Enobarbus! I beseech thee!
: In some editions, minds. • Fame. • Shall be bastards. An Egyptian goddess. • Tilling, ploughing: prepare us to produce good seed.