Julius Caesar (Folio 1, 1623)
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Alarums._Enter Cassius and Titinius.
¶Cassi. O looke Titinius, looke, the Villaines flye:
2480My selfe haue to mine owne turn'd Enemy:
¶This Ensigne heere of mine was turning backe,
¶I slew the Coward, and did take it from him.
¶Who hauing some aduantage on Octauius,
2485Tooke it too eagerly: his Soldiers fell to spoyle,
¶Whil'st we by Antony are all inclos'd.
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Enter Pindarus.
¶Pind. Fly further off my Lord: flye further off,
¶Mark Antony is in your Tents my Lord:
¶Cassi. This Hill is farre enough. Looke, look Titinius
¶Are those my Tents where I perceiue the fire?
¶Tit. They are, my Lord.
¶Till he haue brought thee vp to yonder Troopes
¶Whether yond Troopes, are Friend or Enemy.
2500Cassi. Go Pindarus, get higher on that hill,
¶My sight was euer thicke: regard Titinius,
¶And tell me what thou not'st about the Field.
¶This day I breathed first, Time is come round,
¶And where I did begin, there shall I end,
¶Pind. Aboue. O my Lord.
¶Cassi. What newes?
¶With Horsemen, that make to him on the Spurre,
¶Now Titinius. Now some light: O he lights too.
¶And hearke, they shout for ioy.
¶Cassi. Come downe, behold no more:
2515O Coward that I am, to liue so long,
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Enter Pindarus.
2520That whatsoeuer I did bid thee do,
¶Now be a Free-man, and with this good Sword
¶Stand not to answer: Heere, take thou the Hilts,
2525And when my face is couer'd, as 'tis now,
¶Guide thou the Sword--- Cæsar, thou art reueng'd,
¶Euen with the Sword that kill'd thee.
¶Pin. So, I am free,
¶Yet would not so haue beene
¶Farre from this Country Pindarus shall run,
¶Where neuer Roman shall take note of him.
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Enter Titinius and Messala.
¶Messa. It is but change, Titinius: for Octauius
2535Is ouerthrowne by Noble Brutus power,
¶Messa. Where did you leaue him.
2540With Pindarus his Bondman, on this Hill.
¶Messa. Is not that he that lyes vpon the ground?
¶Titin. He lies not like the Liuing. O my heart!
¶Messa. Is not that hee?
¶The Sunne of Rome is set. Our day is gone,
¶Clowds, Dewes, and Dangers come; our deeds are done:
¶O hatefull Error, Melancholies Childe:
¶The things that are not? O Error soone conceyu'd,
2555Thou neuer com'st vnto a happy byrth,
¶But kil'st the Mother that engendred thee.
¶Tit. What Pindarus? Where art thou Pindarus?
¶The Noble Brutus, thrusting this report
¶For piercing Steele, and Darts inuenomed,
¶Shall be as welcome to the eares of Brutus,
¶As tydings of this sight.
2565And I will seeke for Pindarus the while:
¶Did I not meet thy Friends, and did not they
¶Put on my Browes this wreath of Victorie,
¶But hold thee, take this Garland on thy Brow,
¶Thy Brutus bid me giue it thee, and I
¶Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace,
2575By your leaue Gods: This is a Romans part,
Dies
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Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, yong Cato,
¶Strato, Volumnius, and Lucillius.
2580Messa. Loe yonder, and Titinius mourning it.
¶Bru. Titinius face is vpward.
¶Thy Spirit walkes abroad, and turnes our Swords
2585In our owne proper Entrailes.
Low Alarums.
¶Cato. Braue Titinius,
¶Looke where he haue not crown'd dead Cassius.
¶The last of all the Romans, far thee well:
¶Should breed thy fellow. Friends I owe mo teares
2595His Funerals shall not be in our Campe,
¶And come yong Cato, let vs to the Field,
¶Labio and Flauio set our Battailes on:
¶'Tis three a clocke, and Romans yet ere night,
Exeunt.
