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.

5.1.122340But 'tis not so.

But 'tis not so. Prepare you, generals!

5.1.132343The enemy comes on in gallant show.

5.1.142344Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,

5.1.152345And something to be done immediately.

Octavius, lead your battle softly on

5.1.172347Upon the left hand of the even field.

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.

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,

5.1.322363Crying,

Crying, Antony,

5.1.332365The posture of your blows are yet unknown;

5.1.342366But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,

5.1.352367And leave them honeyless.

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,

5.1.432377Whilst damnèd Casca, like a cur, behind

5.1.442378Struck Caesar on the neck. Oh, you flatterers!

Flatterers? Now, Brutus, thank yourself!

5.1.462380This tongue had not offended so today,

5.1.472381If Cassius might have ruled.

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

5.1.532387Be well avenged, or till another Caesar

5.1.542388Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.

Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands,

5.1.562390Unless thou bring'st them with thee.

Unless thou bring'st them with thee. So I hope.

5.1.572392I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.

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,

5.1.612396Joined with a masker and a reveler.

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;

5.1.652401If not, when you have stomachs!

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?

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,

5.1.742414As Pompey was, am I compelled to set

5.1.752415Upon one battle all our liberties.

5.1.762416You know that I held Epicurus strong

5.1.772417And his opinion; now I change my mind,

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,

5.1.822422Who to Philippi here consorted us.

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

5.1.872427A canopy most fatal, under which

5.1.882428Our army lies ready to give up the ghost.

Believe not so.

Believe not so. I but believe it partly,

5.1.902431For I am fresh of spirit and resolved

5.1.912432To meet all perils very constantly.

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.

5.1.972439If we do lose this battle, then is this

5.1.982440The very last time we shall speak together.

5.1.992441What are you then determinèd to do?

Even by the rule of that philosophy

5.1.1012443By which I did blame Cato for the death

5.1.1022444Which he did give himself, I know not how,

5.1.1032445But I do find it cowardly and vile,

5.1.1042446For fear of what might fall, so to prevent

5.1.1052447The time of life, arming myself with patience

5.1.1062448To stay the providence of some high powers

5.1.1072449That govern us below.

That govern us below. Then, if we lose this battle,

5.1.1082451You are contented to be led in triumph

5.1.1092452Thorough the streets of Rome?

No Cassius, no. 2454Think not, thou noble Roman,

5.1.1112455That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;

5.1.1122456He bears too great a mind. But this same day

5.1.1132457Must end that work the ides of March begun,

5.1.1142458And whether we shall meet again I know not.

5.1.1152459Therefore our everlasting farewell take.

5.1.1162460Forever and forever, farewell Cassius!

5.1.1172461If we do meet again, why we shall smile;

5.1.1182462If not, why then this parting was well made.

Forever and forever, farewell Brutus!

5.1.1202464If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;

5.1.1212465If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made.

Why then, lead on. Oh, that a man might know

5.1.1232467The end of this day's business ere it come!

5.1.1242468But it sufficeth that the day will end,

5.1.1252469And then the end is known. Come ho, away!