Act V, Scene 1
The plains of Philippi.
- Enter Octavius, Antony, and their army.
Octavius1 - 6
- 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.
Mark Antony7 - 12
- 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.
Messenger13 - 16
- Prepare you, generals.
- The enemy comes on in gallant show;
- Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,
- And something to be done immediately.
Mark Antony17 - 18
- 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.
- 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?
Mark Antony25 - 26
- 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.
Mark Antony31 - 33
- In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words;
- Witness the hole you made in Caesar’s heart,
- Crying, “Long live! Hail, Caesar!”
Cassius34 - 37
- The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
- But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
- And leave them honeyless.
- Not stingless too?
Brutus39 - 41
- O yes, and soundless too;
- For you have stol’n their buzzing, Antony,
- And very wisely threat before you sting.
Mark Antony42 - 47
- 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 you flatterers!
Cassius48 - 50
- Flatterers? Now, Brutus, thank yourself;
- This tongue had not offended so today,
- If Cassius might have rul’d.
Octavius51 - 58
- Come, come, the cause. If arguing make 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 aveng’d; or till another Caesar
- Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
Brutus59 - 60
- Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors’ hands,
- Unless thou bring’st them with thee.
Octavius61 - 62
- So I hope;
- I was not born to die on Brutus’ sword.
Brutus63 - 64
- O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
- Young man, thou couldst not die more honorable.
Cassius65 - 66
- A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honor,
- Join’d with a masker and a reveller!
- Old Cassius still!
Octavius68 - 71
- 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 army.
Cassius72 - 73
- 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.
- Lucilius and then Messala stand forth.
- My lord.
- Brutus and Lucilius converse apart.
- What says my general?
Cassius78 - 96
- This is my birthday; 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.
Cassius98 - 100
- I but believe it partly,
- For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv’d
- To meet all perils very constantly.
- Even so, Lucilius.
Cassius102 - 109
- Now, most noble Brutus,
- The gods today stand friendly, that we may,
- Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!
- But since the affairs of men rests 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?
Brutus110 - 117
- 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.
Cassius118 - 120
- Then, if we lose this battle,
- You are contented to be led in triumph
- Thorough the streets of Rome?
Brutus121 - 129
- No, Cassius, no. Think not, thou 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 forever, farewell, Cassius!
- If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
- If not, why then this parting was well made.
Cassius130 - 132
- For ever, and forever, farewell, Brutus!
- If we do meet again, we’ll smile indeed;
- If not, ’tis true this parting was well made.
Brutus133 - 136
- 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!