ACT V. Edit
SCENE I. The plains of Philippi. Edit
[Enter Octavius, Antony, and their Army.]
- 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.
- 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 courage;
- But 'tis not so.
[Enter a Messenger.]
- Prepare you, generals:
- The enemy comes on in gallant show;
- Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,
- And something to be done immediately.
- Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
- Upon 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.
[March. Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their Army;
- Lucilius, Titinius, Messala, and Others.]
- 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.
- Make 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:
- Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart,
- Crying, "Long live! Hail, Caesar!"
- The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
- But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
- And leave them honeyless.
- Not stingless too.
- O, yes, and soundless too,
- For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
- And very wisely threat before you sting.
- Villains, you did not so when your vile daggers
- Hack'd one another in the sides of Caesar:
- You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds,
- And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet;
- Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind
- Struck Caesar on the neck. O flatterers!
- Flatterers!—Now, Brutus, thank yourself:
- This tongue had not offended so to-day,
- If Cassius might have ruled.
- Come, come, the cause: if arguing makes us sweat,
- The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
- I draw a sword against conspirators:
- When think you that the sword goes up again?
- Never, till Caesar's three and thirty wounds
- Be well avenged; or till another Caesar
- Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
- Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands,
- Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
- So I hope;
- I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
- O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
- Young man, thou couldst not die more honourably.
- A peevish school boy, worthless of such honour,
- Join'd with a masker and a reveller!
- Old Cassius still!
- Come, Antony; away!—
- Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth:
- If you dare fight today, come to the field;
- If not, when you have stomachs.
[Exeunt Octavius, Antony, and their Army.]
- Why, now, blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark!
- The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
- Ho, Lucilius! Hark, a word with you.
- My lord?
[Brutus and Lucilius talk apart.]
- What says my General?
- This is my birth-day; as this very day
- Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala:
- Be thou my witness that against my will,
- As Pompey was, am I compell'd to set
- 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 soldiers' 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.
- Believe not so.
- I but believe it partly;
- For I am fresh of spirit, and resolved
- To meet all perils very constantly.
- Even so, Lucilius.
- Now, most noble Brutus,
- The gods to-day stand friendly, that we may,
- Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!
- But, since th' affairs of men rest still incertain,
- 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?
- 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 patience
- To stay the providence of some high powers
- That govern us below.
- Then, if we lose this battle,
- You are contented to be led in triumph
- Thorough the streets of Rome?
- 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.
- For ever and for ever farewell, Brutus!
- If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
- If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.
- 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!
SCENE II. The same. The field of battle. Edit
[Alarum. Enter Brutus and Messala.]
- Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills
- Unto the legions on the other side:
- Let them set on at once; for I perceive
- But cold demeanor in Octavius' wing,
- And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
- Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down.
SCENE III. Another part of the field. Edit
[Alarum. Enter Cassius and Titinius.]
- 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.
- 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 enclosed.
- Fly further off, my lord, fly further off;
- Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord:
- Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far' off.
- This hill is far enough.—Look, look, Titinius;
- Are those my tents where I perceive the fire?
- They are, my lord.
- Titinius, if thou lovest 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 assured
- Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.
- I will be here again, even with a thought.
- Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill:
- My sight was ever thick: regard Titinius,
- And tell me what thou notest about the field.—
[Pindarus goes up.]
This day I breathed first: time is come round,
- And where I did begin, there shall I end;
- My life is run his compass.—Sirrah, what news?
- [Above.] O my lord!
- What news?
- [Above.] 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; [Shout.] and, hark! they shout for joy.
- Come down; behold no more.—
- O, coward that I am, to live so long,
- To see my best friend ta'en before my face!
Come hither, sirrah:
- In Parthia did I take thee prisoner;
- And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
- That whatsoever I did bid thee do,
- Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine 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 thou the hilts;
- And when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,
- Guide thou the sword.—Caesar, thou art revenged,
- Even with the sword that kill'd thee.
- 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.
[Re-enter Titinius with Messala.]
- It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
- Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
- As Cassius' legions are by Antony.
- These tidings would well comfort Cassius.
- Where did you leave him?
- All disconsolate,
- With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.
- Is not that he that lies upon the ground?
- He lies not like the living. O my heart!
- Is not that he?
- 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.
- 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 conceived,
- Thou never comest unto a happy birth,
- But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee!
- What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus?
- 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.
- Hie you, Messala,
- And I will seek for Pindarus the while.—
- 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 it 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.
[Alarum. Re-enter Messala, with Brutus, young Cato,
- Strato, Volumnius, and Lucilius.]
- Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?
- Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.
- Titinius' face is upward.
- He is slain.
- O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet!
- Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords
- In our own proper entrails.
- Brave Titinius!
- Look whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius!
- Are yet two Romans living such as these?—
- The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
- It is impossible that ever Rome
- Should breed thy 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:—
- 'Tis three o'clock; and Romans, yet ere night
- We shall try fortune in a second fight.
SCENE IV. Another part of the field. Edit
[Alarum. Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both armies; then Brutus,
- young Cato, Lucilius, and Others.]
- Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!
- 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.]
- 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.]
- O young and noble Cato, art thou down?
- Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius;
- And mayst be honour'd, being Cato's son.
- Yield, or thou diest.
- 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.
- We must not. A noble prisoner!
- Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en.
- I'll tell the news. Here comes the General.—
Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.
- Where is he?
- 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.
- This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure 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 whether Brutus be alive or dead;
- And bring us word unto Octavius' tent
- How everything is chanced.
SCENE V. Another part of the field. Edit
[Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and Volumnius.]
- Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.
- Statilius show'd the torch-light; but, my lord,
- He came not back: he is or ta'en or slain.
- Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word;
- It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
- What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.
- Peace then! no words.
- I'll rather kill myself.
- Hark thee, Dardanius.
- Shall I do such a deed?
- O Dardanius!
- O Clitus!
- What ill request did Brutus make to thee?
- To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.
- Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
- That it runs over even at his eyes.
- Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.
- What says my lord?
- Why, this, Volumnius:
- The ghost of Caesar 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.
- Not so, my lord.
- Nay I am sure it is, Volumnius.
- Thou seest 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 pr'ythee,
- Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.
- That's not an office for a friend, my lord.
- Fly, fly, my lord! there is no tarrying here.
- 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 shall 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.
[Alarums. Cry within, "Fly, fly, fly!"]
- Fly, my lord, fly!
- Hence! I will follow.—
[Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius.]
I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord:
- Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
- Thy life hath had some smack of honor in it:
- Hold, then, my sword, and turn away thy face,
- While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?
- Give me your hand first: fare you well, my lord.
- Farewell, good Strato.—Caesar, 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
- What man is that?
- My master's man.—Strato, where is thy master?
- Free from the bondage you are in, Messala:
- The conquerors can but make a fire of him;
- For Brutus only overcame himself,
- And no man else hath honour by his death.
- So Brutus should be found.—I thank thee, Brutus,
- That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true.
- All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.—
- Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
- Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.
- Do so, good Messala.
- How died my master, Strato?
- I held the sword, and he did run on it.
- Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
- That did the latest service to my master.
- This was the noblest Roman of them all:
- All the conspirators, save only he,
- Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
- He only, in a general-honest thought
- And common good to all, made one of them.
- His life was gentle; and the elements
- So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up
- And say to all the world, "This was a man!"
- According to his virtue let us use him
- With all respect and rites of burial.
- Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
- Most like a soldier, order'd honorably.—
- So, call the field to rest; and let's away,
- To part the glories of this happy day.