The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare

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Bru. Well;

Then I shall see thee again? Ghost. Ay, at Philippi.

[GHOST vanishes. Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then.Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest: Ill spirit, 1 would hold more talk with thee.Boy! Lucius!-Varro! Claudius! Sirs, a[wake!Claudius!

Luc. The strings, my lord, are false. Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instru[ment.Lucius, awake. Luc. My lord! Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so cry'dst out?

Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. Bru. Yes, that thou didst: Didst thou see any thing?

Luc. Nothing, my lord.

Bru. Sleep again, Lucius.-Sirrah, ClauFellow thou! awake.

Var. My lord.

Clau. My lord.

[dius!

Bru. Why did you so cry out, Sirs, in your sleep?

Var. Clau. Did we, my lord?
Bru. Ay: Saw you any thing?
Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing.
Clau. Nor I, my lord.

Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother
Cassius;

Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
And we will follow.

Var. Clau. It shall be done, my lord.

ACT V.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.-The Plains of Philippi.
Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army.
Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered:
You said, the enemy would not come down,
But keep the hills and upper regions;
It proves not so; their battles are at hand;
They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
Answering before we do demand of them.

Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
Wherefore they do it: they could be content
To visit other places; and come down
With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face,
To fasten in our thoughts that they have cour-
But 'tis not so.

Enter a MESSENGER.

Mess. Prepare you, generals: The enemy comes on in gallant show; Their bloody sign of battle is hung out, And something to be done immediately.

[age;

Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
pon the left hand of the even field.

Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the
left.

Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent?
Oct. I do not cross you; but I will do so.

Drum.

my; others.

[March. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their ArLUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and

Bru. They stand, and would have parley.
Cas. Stand fast, Titinius: We must out and
talk.

Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of
battle?

* Summon.

Cas. Antony,

The posture of your blows are yet unknown; But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, And leave them honeyless.

Ant. Not stingless too.

Bru. O, yes, and soundless too;
For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
And, very wisely, threat before you sting.

Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers

Hack'd one another in the sides of Cesar:
You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd
like hounds,
[feet;
And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cesar's
Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind,
O flatterers!
Struck Cesar on the neck.

Cas. Flatterers!-Now, Brutus, thank your

self:

This tongue had not offended so to-day,
If Cassius might have rul'd.

Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing make us sweat,

The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
Look;

draw a sword against conspirators; When think you that the sword goes up again?

Never, till Cesar's three and twenty wounds
Be well aveng'd; or till another Cesar
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
Bru. Cesar, thou can'st not die by traitors,
Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
Oct. So I hope;

I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
Young man, thou could'st not die more hon-
ourable.

Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such
honour,

Join'd with a masker and a reveller.
Ant. Old Cassius still!

Oct. Come, Antony; away.

Defiance, traitors, hurl* we in your teeth:
If you dare fight to-day, come to the field;
If not, when you have stomachs.

[Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and therr
Army.

Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, biliow; and swim, bark!

The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.

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Upon one battle all our liberties.
You know, that I held Epicurus strong,
And his opinion: now I change my mind,
And partly credit things that do presage.
Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign
Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch'd,
Gorging and feeding from our soldier's hands;
Who to Philippi here consorted+ us;
This morning are they fled away, and gone;
And in their steads, do ravens, crows, and
kites,

Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us,
As we were sickly prey; their shadows seem
A canopy most fatal, under which

Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.
Mes. Believe not so.

Cas. I but believe it partly;

For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd
To meet all perils very constantly.
Bru. Even so, Lucilius.

Cus. Now, most noble Brutus,

The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may,
Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!
But, since the affairs of men rest still uncer-
tain,

Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
If we do lose the battle, then is this
The very last time we shall speak together:
What are you then determined to do?

Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy,
By which I did blame Cato for the death
Which he did give himself:-I know not how,
But I do find it cowardly and vile,

For fear of what might fall, so to prevent The time of life:-arming myself with tience,

tinius;

Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire?
Tit. They are, my lord.

Cas. Titinius, if thou lov'st me, [him,
Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in
Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops,
And here again; that I may rest assur'd,
Whether yond' troops are friend or enemy.
Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought.
[Exit.

Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill;
And tell me what thou not'st about the field.-
My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius,
[Exit PINDARUS.

This day I breathed first: time is come round,
pa-And where I did begin, there I shall end;
My life is run his compass.-Sirrah, what

To stay the providence of some high powers,
That govern us below.

Cas. Then, if we lose this battle,
You are contented to be led in triumph
Thorough the streets of Rome?

Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble
Roman,

That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;
He bears too great a mind. But this same day
Must end that work, the ides of March begun;
And whether we shall meet again, I know not.
Therefore our everlasting farewell take:-
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!
If we do meet again, why we shall smile;
If not, why then this parting was well made.
Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Bru-
tus!

If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made.
Bru. Why then, lead on.-O, that a man
might know

The end of this day's business, ere it come!
But it sufficeth, that the day will end,
And then the end is known.-Come, ho! away!
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.-The same.-The Field of Battle.
Alarum.-Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA.

these billst

Unto the legions on the other side:

news?

Now be a freeman; and, with this good sword,
That ran through Cesar's bowels, search this
Stand not to answer: Here, take thou the hilts;
And when my face is cover'd as tis now,
Guide thou the sword.-Cesar, thou art re-
veng'd,

[Dies.

Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give Even with the sword that kill'd thee. Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been, Durst I have done my will. O Cassius! Far from this country Pindarus shall run, Where never Roman shall take note of him. [Erit.

[Loud Alarum. Let them set on at once; for I perceive But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing, And sudden push gives them the overthrow. Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. [Exeunt.

Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA.
Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
As Cassius' legions are by Antony.

Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. Mes. Where did you leave him?

Tit. All disconsolate,

With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground? Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart! Mes. Is not that he?

Tit. No, this was he, Messala, But Cassius is no more.-O setting sun! As in thy red rays thou dost sink to night, So in his red blood Cassius' day is set; The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone; Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done!

Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.

O hateful error, melancholy's child!
Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? O error, soon con-
ceiv'd,

Thou never com'st unto a happy birth,
But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee.
Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pin-
darus?

Mes. Seek him, Titinius: whilst I go to meet
The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
Into his ears: I may say, thrusting it;
For piercing steel, and darts envenomed,
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,
As tidings of this sight.

Tit. Hie you, Messala,

And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
[Exit MESSALA.
Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they
Put on my brows this wreath of victory,
And bid me give't thee? Didst thou not hear
their shouts?

Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing.
But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow;
Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I'
Will do his bidding.-Brutus, come apace,
And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.-
By your leave, gods:-This is a Roman's part:
Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.
[Dies.
Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS,
young CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCI-

LIUS.

SCENE IV. Another part of the Field. Alarum.-Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both Armies; then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and others.

Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!

Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me?

I will proclaim my name about the field:-
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!

[Charges the Enemy. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus.

[Exit, charging the Enemy. CATO is overpowered, and falls.

Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down?

Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; And may'st be honour'd being Cato's son. 1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest. Luc. Only I yield to die: There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; [Offering Money.

Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. 1 Sold. We must not.-A noble prisoner! 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en.

1 Sold. I'll tell the news.-Here comes the general:

Enter ANTONY.

Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.
Ant. Where is he?

Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough:
I dare assure thee, that no enemy
Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:
The gods defend him from so great a shame!
When you do find him, or alive, or dead,
He will be found like Brutus, like himself.

Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I as

sure you,

A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe,
Give him all kindness: I had rather have
Such men my friends, than enemies. Go on,
And see whe'r* Brutus be alive, or dead:
And bring us word unto Octavius' tent,
How every thing is chanc'd.

[Exeunt.

Dar. To kill him, Clitus: Look, he medi- | Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face

tates.

Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief, That it runs over even at his eyes.

Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.

Vol. What says my lord?

Bru. Why, this, Volumnius:
The ghost of Cesar hath appear'd to me

Two several times by night: at Sardis, once;
And, this last night, here in Philippi' fields.
I know, my hour is come.

Vol. Not so, my lord.

Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes;
Our enemies have beat us to the pit:
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,
Than tarry till they push us. Good Volum-
nius,
[gether;
Thou know'st, that we two went to school to-
Even for that our love of old, I pray thee,
Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.
Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my
lord.
[Alurum still.
Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying
here.

Bru. Farewell to you;-and you;—and you,
Volumnius.-

Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Farewell to thee too. Strato.-Countrymen,
My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life,
I found no man, but he was true to me.
I shail have glory by this losing day,
More than Octavius, and Mark Antony,
By this vile conquest shall attain unto.
So, fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue
Hath almost ended his life's history:
Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would
[rest,
That have but labour'd to attain this hour.
[Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, fly.

Cli. Fly, my lord, fly.

Bru. Hence; I will follow thee.
[Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and

NIUS.

While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato! Stra. Give me your hand first: Fare you well, my lord.

Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cesar, now be

still:

I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.
[He runs on his Sword and dies.
Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY,
MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and their Ármy.
Oct. What man is that?

Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is
thy master?

Stra. Free from the bondage you are in
Messala;

For Brutus only overcame himself,
The conquerors can but make a fire of him;
And no man else hath honour by his death.

Luc. So Brutus should be found.-I thank

thee, Brutus,

That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.
Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain
them.*

Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
Stra. Ay, if Messala will preser† me to you.
Oct. Do so, Messala.

Mes. How died my master, Strato?

Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master.

[all:

Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them
All the conspirators, save only he,
Did that they did in envy of great Cesar;
And common good to all, made one of them.
He, only, in a general honest thought,
So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up,
His life was gentle; and the elements
And say to all the world, This was a man!

Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect and rites of burial.
VOLUM-Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
So, call the field to rest: and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day. [Ereunt.

I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord:
Thou art a fellow of a good respect;

Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it:

* Receive into my service. + Recommend.

ANTONY AND
AND CLEOPATRA.

M. ANTONY,

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

TAURUS, Lieutenant-general to Cesar. CANIDIUS, Lieutenant-general to Antony. SILIUS, an Officer in Ventidius' Army. EUPHRONIUS, an Ambassador from Antony te

Cesar.

ALEXAS, MARDIAN, SELEUCUS, and DIOMEDES,
Attendants on Cleopatra.

Friends of Antony. A SOOTHSAYER.-A CLOWN.

OCTAVIUS CESAR,

Triumvirs.

Friends to Cesar.

PROCULEIUS,

THYREUS,

GALLUS,

MENAS,

MENECRATES,

Friends of Pompey.

VARRIUS,

CLEOPATRA, Queen of Egypt.

OCTAVIA, Sister to Cesar, and Wife to Antony. CHARMIAN, Attendants on Cleopatra. ¡IRAS,

Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.

SCENE, dispersed; in several Parts of the Roman Empire.

ACT I.

SCENE I-Alexandria.-A Room in CLEOPATRA'S Palace.

Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO.

Phil. Nay, but this dotage of our general's, O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war' Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn,

The office and devotion of their view
Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,
Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst
The buckles on his breast, reneges all tem-
per;

And is become the bellows, and the fan,
To cool a gypsy's lust. Look where they
come!

Flourish. Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, with
their Trains; EUNUCHS fanning her.
Take but good note, and you shall see in him
The triple pillar of the world transform'd
Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see.

Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.

Cleo. I'll set a bournt how far to be belov'd. Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.

Cleo. Perchance,-nay, and most like, You must not stay here longer, your dismission Is come from Cesar; therefore hear it, Antony.

Where's Fulvia's process! Cesar's, I would say?-Both ?

Call in the messengers.-As I am Egypt's queen,

Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine [shame, Is Cesar's homager; else so thy cheek pays When shrill-tongu'd Fulvia scolds.-The messengers.

Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt! and the wide arch

Of the rang'd empire fall! Here is my space;
Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike
Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life
Is, to do thus; when such a mutual pair,

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