Alarums. Enter Cassius and Titinius.
O look, Titinius! Look! The villains fly!
5.3.22480Myself have to mine own turned enemy!
5.3.32481This ensign here of mine was turning back;
5.3.42482I slew the coward and did take it from him.
O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early,
5.3.62484Who having some advantage on Octavius,
5.3.72485Took it too eagerly. His soldiers fell to spoil,
5.3.82486Whilst we by Antony are all enclosed.
Fly further off, my Lord! Fly further off!
5.3.112490Fly, therefore, noble Cassius! Fly far off!
This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius!
5.3.132492Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire?
They are, my Lord.
They are, my Lord. Titinius, if thou lovest me,
5.3.152495Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him
5.3.162496Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops
5.3.182498Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.
I will be here again even with a thought.
Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill!
5.3.212501My sight was ever thick. Regard Titinius,
5.3.222502And tell me what thou not'st about the field.
5.3.232503This day I breathèd first. Time is come round,
5.3.242504And where I did begin, there shall I end.
5.3.252505My life is run his compass. Sirrah, what news?
(Above.) O my Lord!
What news?
Titinius is enclosèd round about
5.3.292509With horsemen that make to him on the spur,
5.3.302510Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him!
5.3.312511Now, Titinius! Now some light. Oh, he lights too.
Now, Titinius! Now some light. Oh, he lights too. 5.3.322512He's ta'en!
Now, Titinius! Now some light. Oh, he lights too. He's ta'en! 2513And hark! They shout for joy.
Come down. Behold no more.
2515Oh, coward that I am to live so long,
5.3.342516To see my best friend ta'en before my face.
5.3.36In Parthia did I take thee prisoner,
5.3.372519And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
5.3.392521Thou should'st attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath,
5.3.402522Now be a free man, and with this good sword
5.3.412523That ran through Caesar's bowels, search this bosom.
5.3.422524Stand not to answer. Here, take thou the hilts,
5.3.432525And when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,
Guide thou the sword-- Caesar, thou art revenged,
So, I am free,
2529yet would not so have been
5.3.482531Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
5.3.492532Where never Roman shall take note of him.
It is but change, Titinius, for Octavius
These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
Where did you leave him?
Where did you leave him? All disconsolate,
5.3.552540With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.
Is not that he that lies upon the ground?
He lies not like the living. Oh, my heart!
Is not that he?
Is not that he? No, this was he, Messala,
5.3.602546As in thy red rays thou doest sink tonight,
5.3.612547So in his red blood Cassius' day is set.
5.3.622548The sun of Rome is set. Our day is gone;
5.3.632549Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done.
5.3.642550Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.
Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
5.3.672553Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
5.3.682554The things that are not? O Error, soon conceived,
5.3.702556But kill'st the mother that engendered thee.
What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus?
Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet
5.3.742560Into his ears. I may say "thrusting" it,
5.3.762562Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus
As tidings of this sight. Hie you, Messala,
5.3.792566Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
5.3.802567Did I not meet thy friends, and did not they
5.3.822569And bid me give it thee? Did'st thou not hear their shouts?
5.3.832570Alas, thou hast misconstrued everything.
5.3.842571But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow.
5.3.862573Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace,
5.3.882575By your leave, gods. This is a Roman's part.
5.3.892576Come Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.
5.3.89.22577Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, young Cato, 2578Strato, Volumnius, and Lucilius. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?
Lo yonder, and Titinius mourning it.
Titinius' face is upward.
Titinius' face is upward. He is slain.
O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet!
2584Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords
Low Alarums.
In our own proper entrails. Brave Titinius!
5.3.962587Look, whe'er he have not crowned dead Cassius.
Are yet two Romans living such as these?
5.3.982589The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
5.3.1002591Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears
5.3.1022593I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.
5.3.1032594Come therefore, and to Thasos send his body.
5.3.1082599'Tis three o'clock, and Romans, yet ere night,