2328Enter Octavius, Antony, and their army. Now, Antony, our hopes are answerèd.
5.1.22330You said the enemy would not come down
5.1.32331But keep the hills and upper regions.
5.1.42332It proves not so: their battles are at hand.
5.1.52333They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
5.1.62334Answering before we do demand of them.
Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
5.1.82336Wherefore they do it. They could be content
5.1.92337To visit other places, and come down
5.1.102338With fearful bravery, thinking by this face
5.1.112339To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage.
But 'tis not so. Prepare you, generals!
5.1.142344Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,
Octavius, lead your battle softly on
Upon the right hand, I; keep thou the left.
Why do you cross me in this exigent?
I do not cross you, but I will do so.
5.1.20.1March. 2351Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their army[: Lucilius, Titinnius, Messala, and others]. They stand and would have parley.
Stand fast, Titinius, we must out and talk.
Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?
No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge.
5.1.252356Make forth! The generals would have some words.
Stir not until the signal.
Words before blows. Is it so, countrymen?
Not that we love words better, as you do.
Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.
In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words.
5.1.312362Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart,
Crying, Antony,
5.1.332365The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
5.1.342366But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless. Not stingless too?
Oh yes, and soundless too.
5.1.372370For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
5.1.382371And very wisely threat before you sting.
Villains! You did not so, when your vile daggers
5.1.402373Hacked one another in the sides of Caesar.
5.1.412374You showed your teeth like apes,
2375and fawned like hounds,
5.1.422376And bowed like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet,
5.1.442378Struck Caesar on the neck. Oh, you flatterers!
Flatterers? Now, Brutus, thank yourself!
Come, come, the cause. If arguing make us sweat,
5.1.492383The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
5.1.502384Look, I draw a sword against conspirators!
5.1.512385When think you that the sword goes up again?
5.1.522386Never till Caesar's three-and-thirty wounds
5.1.542388Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands,
Unless thou bring'st them with thee. So I hope.
Oh, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
5.1.592394Young man, thou couldst not die more honorable.
A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honor,
Old Cassius still.
Old Cassius still. Come, Antony! Away!
5.1.632399Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth!
5.1.642400If you dare fight today, come to the field;
Why, now blow wind! Swell billow!
2404And swim bark!
5.1.672405The storm is up, and all is on the hazard!
Ho, Lucilius! Hark, a word with you.
My lord?
5.1.69.1[Brutus speaks apart with Lucilius.] Messala.
Messala. What says my general?
Messala. What says my general? Messala,
5.1.71This is my birthday, as this very day
5.1.722412Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala,
5.1.732413Be thou my witness, that against my will,
5.1.782418And partly credit things that do presage.
5.1.792419Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign
5.1.802420Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perched,
5.1.812421Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands,
5.1.832423This morning are they fled away and gone,
5.1.842424And in their steads do ravens, crows, and kites
5.1.852425Fly o'er our heads and downward look on us
5.1.862426As we were sickly prey. Their shadows seem
5.1.882428Our army lies ready to give up the ghost.
Believe not so.
Believe not so. I but believe it partly,
Even so, Lucilius.
Even so, Lucilius. Now, most noble Brutus,
5.1.932435The gods today stand friendly, that we may,
5.1.942436Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age.
5.1.952437But since the affairs of men rest still uncertain,
5.1.962438Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
5.1.982440The very last time we shall speak together.
Even by the rule of that philosophy
5.1.1052447The time of life, arming myself with patience
That govern us below. Then, if we lose this battle,
No Cassius, no.
2454Think not, thou noble Roman,
5.1.1122456He bears too great a mind. But this same day
5.1.1182462If not, why then this parting was well made.
Forever and forever, farewell Brutus!
5.1.1212465If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made.
Why then, lead on. Oh, that a man might know