As we were sickly prey; their shadows seem Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost. Bru. Even so, Lucilius. Cas. 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 uncertain, Let's reason with the worst that may befall. If we do lose this 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, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent Cas. [man, Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble RoThat ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; He bears too great a mind. But this same day Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus ! know SCENE II.-The same. The Field of Battle. Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA. Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, TitiAre those my tents where I perceive the fire? Tit. They are, my lord. Cas. Titinius, if thou lov'st me, Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him, 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; This day I breathed first: time is come round, Cas. What news? Pin. Titinius is Enclosed round about with horsemen, that -and hark! They shout for joy. Cas. Come down, behold no more.O, coward that I am, to live so long, To see my best friend ta'en before my face! Enter PINDARUS, Come hither, sirrah : In Parthia did I take thee prisoner; Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been, Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills Where never Roman shall take note of him. [Exit. Unto the legions on the other side: [Loud alarum. Let them set on at once; for I perceive [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same. Another Part of the Field. Alarum. Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS. Cas. 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. Tit. 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. Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. All disconsolate, 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 tho show to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not? O error, soon conceiv'd, Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus? 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, [shouts? And bid me giv't thee? Didst thou not hear their 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. Aarum. [Dies. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS. Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? Mes. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it. Bru. Titinius' face is upward. Cato. He is slain. Bru. O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet! Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more tears [Exeunt. I will proclaim my name about the field : 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. Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough; Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, [Exeunt. Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? Dar. To kill him, Clitus; Look, he meditates. 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 Cæsar hath appeared 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 Volumnius, Thou know'st, that we two went to school together; 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. Alarum still Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. Bru. Farewell to you-and you ;-and you, Vo lumnius. Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; Farewell to thee too, Strato.-Countrymen, My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life, Only I yield to die: I found no man, but he was true to me, For Brutus only overcame himself, I shall have glory by this losing day, Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. Bru. Hence; I will follow thee. Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cæsar, now be still: And no man else hath honour by his death. That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true, Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain them. How died my master, Strato? Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all: Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and their army. Oct. What man is that? [ter? [Exeunt. GALLUS, MENAS, ACT I. SCENE I.-Alexandria. A Room in Cleopatra's Palace. Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO. Phi. Nay, but this dotage of our general's Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart, To cool a gipsey's lust. Look, where they come ! Att. News, my good lord, from Rome. Grates me:Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony: Fulvia, perchance, is angry; Or, who knows If the scarce-bearded Cæsar have not sent His powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this; Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that ; Perform't, or else we damn thee. Ant. How, my love! Call in the messengers.-As I am Egypt's queen, [Embracing. And such a twain can do't, in which, I bind On pain of punishment, the world to weet, We stand up peerless. Excellent falsehood! Cleo. Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony Will be himself. Ant. Fie, wrangling queen! Whom every thing becomes,-to chide, to laugh, To weep; whose every passion fully strives To make itself in thee, fair and admir'd! No messenger; but thine, and all alone, To-night we'll wander through the streets, and note The qualities of people. Come, my queen; Last night you did desire it :-Speak not to us. [Exeunt ANT. and CLEOP. with their Train. Dem. Is Cæsar with Antonius priz'd so slight? Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony, He comes too short of that great property Which still should go with Antony. Dem. I'm full That be approves the common liar, who sorry, [Exeunt. Eno. Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough, Cleopatra's health to drink. Char. Good sir, give me good fortune. Char. Pray then, foresee me one. Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer than you are. Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old. Alex. Vex not his prescience; be attentive. Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than beloved, Char. Good now, some excellent fortune! Let me be married to three kings in a forenoon, and widow them all: let me have a child at fifty, to whom Herod of Jewry may do homage: find me to marry me with Octavius Cæsar, and companion me with my mistress. Sooth. You shall outlive the lady whom you serve. Char. O excellent! I love long life better than figs. Sooth. You've seen and proved a fairer former fortune Than that, is to approach. Char. Then, belike my children shall have no names: Pr'ythee, how many boys and wenches must I have? Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb, And fertile every wish, a million. Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. Aler. You think, none but your sheets are privy to your wishes. Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers. Alex. We'll know all our fortunes. Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, shall be-drunk to bed. Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else. Char. Even as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth famine. Iras. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay, Char. Nay, if an oily palin be not a fruitful prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear. Pr'ythee, tell her but a worky-day fortune. Sooth. Your fortunes are alike, Iras. But how, but how? give me particulars. Sooth. I have said. Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than she? Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than I, where would you choose it? Iras. Not in my husband's nose. Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas,-come, his fortune, his fortune.-O, let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee! And let her die too, and give him a worse! and let worse follow worse, till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good Isis, hear ine this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee! Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to see a handsome man loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorrow to behold a foul knave uncuckolded: Therefore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly! Char. Amen. Alex. Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to make me a cuckold, they would make themselves whores, but they'd do't. Eno. Hush! here comes Antony. Ant. Where died she? Her length of sickness, with what else more seriou Not he, the queen. The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone; Enter CLEOPATRA. No, lady. Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth; but on the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him.-Enobarbus,Eno. Madam. [Alexas? Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither. Where's Alex. Here, madam, at your service. My lord approaches. Enter ANTONY, with a Messenger and Attendants. Mess. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field. But soon that war had end, and the time's state Whose better issue in the war, from Italy Ant. What worst? Well, Eno. What's your pleasure, sir? Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women: We see how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suffer our departure, death's the word. Ant. I must be gone. Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let women die: it were pity to cast them away for nothing; though, between them and a great cause, they should be esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of this, dies instantly; I have seen her die twenty times upon far poorer moment: I do think, there is mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon her, she hath such a celerity in dying. Ant. She is cunning past man's thought. Eno. Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love: We cannot call her winds and waters, sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacks can report this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove. Ant. 'Would I had never seen her! Eno. O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work; which not to have been blessed withal, would have discredited your travel. Ant. Fulvia is dead. Eno. Sir? Ant. Fulvia is dead. Ant. Dead. Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice, When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the earth; comforting therein, that when old robes are worn out, there are members to make new. If there were no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented; this grief is crowned with consolation; your old smock brings forth a new petticoat: and, indeed, the tears live in an onion, that should water this sorrow. Ant. The business she hath broached in the state. Cannot endure my absence. Eno. And the business you have broached here |