CASSIUS
O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
Myself have to mine own turn’d enemy:
This ensign here of mine was turning back;
I slew the coward, and did take it from him.
TITINIUS
O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early,
Who, having some advantage on Octavius,
Took it too eagerly: his soldiers fell to spoil,
Whilst we by Antony are all enclos’d.
PINDARUS
Fly further off, my lord, fly further off;
Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord.
Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.
CASSIUS
This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius;
Are those my tents where I perceive the fire?
TITINIUS
They are, my lord.
CASSIUS
Titinius, if lovest me,
Mount my horse and hide spurs in him,
Till he have brought up to yonder troops
And here again, that I may rest assur’d
Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.
TITINIUS
I will be here again, even with a thought.
CASSIUS
Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill,
My sight was ever thick. Regard Titinius,
And tell me what notest about the field.
CASSIUS
This day I breathed first. Time is come round,
And where I did begin, there shall I end.
My life is run his compass. , what news?
PINDARUS
O my lord!
CASSIUS
What news?
PINDARUS
Titinius is enclosed round about
With horsemen, that make to him on the spur,
Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him.
Now, Titinius! Now some light. O, he lights too.
He’s ta’en!
PINDARUS
And, hark! they shout for joy.
CASSIUS
Come down; behold no more.
O, coward that I am, to live so long,
To see my best friend ta’en before my face!
CASSIUS
Come , .
In Parthia did I take prisoner;
And then I swore , saving of life,
That whatsoever I did bid do,
attempt it. Come now, keep oath.
Now be a freeman; and with this good sword,
That ran through Caesar’s bowels, search this bosom.
Stand not to answer. Here, take the hilts;
And when my face is cover’d, as now,
Guide the sword.—Caesar, art reveng’d,
Even with the sword that kill’d .
PINDARUS
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.
MESSALA
It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus’ power,
As Cassius’ legions are by Antony.
TITINIUS
These tidings would well comfort Cassius.
MESSALA
Where did you leave him?
TITINIUS
All disconsolate,
With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.
MESSALA
Is not that he that lies upon the ground?
TITINIUS
He lies not like the living. O my heart!
MESSALA
Is not that he?
TITINIUS
No, this was he, Messala,
But Cassius is no more. O setting sun,
As in red rays 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 done this deed.
MESSALA
Mistrust of good success done this deed.
O hateful Error, Melancholy’s child!
Why show to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? O Error, soon conceiv’d,
never com’st unto a happy birth,
But kill’st the mother that engender’d !
TITINIUS
What, Pindarus! where art , Pindarus?
MESSALA
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.
TITINIUS
Hie you, Messala,
And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
TITINIUS
Why send me forth, brave Cassius?
Did I not meet friends? And did not they
Put on my brows this wreath of victory,
And bid me give it ? not hear their shouts?
Alas, misconstrued everything!
But, hold , take this garland on brow;
Brutus bid me give it , 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.
BRUTUS
Where, where, Messala, his body lie?
MESSALA
Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.
BRUTUS
Titinius’ face is upward.
CATO
He is slain.
BRUTUS
O Julius Caesar, art mighty yet!
spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords
In our own proper entrails.
CATO
Brave Titinius!
Look whether he have not crown’d dead Cassius!
BRUTUS
Are yet two Romans living such as these?
The last of all the Romans, fare well!
It is impossible that ever Rome
Should breed fellow. Friends, I owe more tears
To this dead man than you shall see me pay.
I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.
Come therefore, and to Thassos send his body.
His funerals shall not be in our camp,
Lest it discomfort us. Lucilius, come;
And come, young Cato; let us to the field.
Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on.
three o’clock; and Romans, yet night
We shall try fortune in a second fight.