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Julius Caesar: Act 5, Scene 3

Julius Caesar
Act 5, Scene 3

The plains of Philippi. Another part of the battlefield.

  1. Alarums. Enter Cassius and Titinius.

Cassius

2 - 5
  1. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
  2. Myself have to mine own turn’d enemy.
  3. This ensign here of mine was turning back;
  4. I slew the coward, and did take it from him.

Titinius

6 - 9
  1. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early,
  2. Who, having some advantage on Octavius,
  3. Took it too eagerly. His soldiers fell to spoil,
  4. Whilst we by Antony are all enclos’d.
  1. Enter Pindarus.

Pindarus

11 - 13
  1. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off;
  2. Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord;
  3. Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.

Cassius

14 - 15
  1. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius,
  2. Are those my tents where I perceive the fire?

Titinius

16
  1. They are, my lord.

Cassius

17 - 21
  1.                    Titinius, if thou lovest me,
  2. Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him
  3. Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops
  4. And here again, that I may rest assur’d
  5. Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.

Titinius

22
  1. I will be here again, even with a thought.
  1. Exit.

Cassius

24 - 30
  1. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill;
  2. My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius,
  3. And tell me what thou not’st about the field.
  4. Pindarus goes up.
  5. This day I breathed first: time is come round,
  6. And where I did begin, there shall I end;
  7. My life is run his compass. Sirrah, what news?

Pindarus

31 - 32
  1. Above.
  2. O my lord!

Cassius

33
  1. What news?

Pindarus

34 - 40
  1. Titinius is enclosed round about
  2. With horsemen, that make to him on the spur,
  3. Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him.
  4. Now, Titinius! Now some light. O, he lights too.
  5. He’s ta’en.
  6. Shout.
  7. And hark, they shout for joy.

Cassius

41 - 57
  1. Come down, behold no more.
  2. O, coward that I am, to live so long,
  3. To see my best friend ta’en before my face!
  4. Pindarus descends.
  5. Come hither, sirrah.
  6. In Parthia did I take thee prisoner,
  7. And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
  8. That whatsoever I did bid thee do,
  9. Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath;
  10. Now be a freeman, and with this good sword,
  11. That ran through Caesar’s bowels, search this bosom.
  12. Stand not to answer; here, take thou the hilts,
  13. And when my face is cover’d, as ’tis now,
  14. Guide thou the sword.
  15. Pindarus stabs him.
  16. Caesar, thou art reveng’d,
  17. Even with the sword that kill’d thee.
  1. Dies.

Pindarus

59 - 62
  1. So, I am free; yet would not so have been,
  2. Durst I have done my will. O Cassius,
  3. Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
  4. Where never Roman shall take note of him.
  1. Exit.
  1. Enter Titinius and Messala.

Messala

65 - 67
  1. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
  2. Is overthrown by noble Brutus’ power,
  3. As Cassius’ legions are by Antony.

Titinius

68
  1. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.

Messala

69
  1. Where did you leave him?

Titinius

70 - 71
  1.                          All disconsolate,
  2. With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

Messala

72
  1. Is not that he that lies upon the ground?

Titinius

73
  1. He lies not like the living. O my heart!

Messala

74
  1. Is not that he?

Titinius

75 - 81
  1.                 No, this was he, Messala,
  2. But Cassius is no more. O setting sun,
  3. As in thy red rays thou dost sink tonight,
  4. So in his red blood Cassius’ day is set!
  5. The sun of Rome is set. Our day is gone,
  6. Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done!
  7. Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.

Messala

82 - 87
  1. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
  2. O hateful error, melancholy’s child,
  3. Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
  4. The things that are not? O error, soon conceiv’d,
  5. Thou never com’st unto a happy birth,
  6. But kill’st the mother that engend’red thee!

Titinius

88
  1. What, Pindarus? Where art thou, Pindarus?

Messala

89 - 94
  1. Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet
  2. The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
  3. Into his ears; I may say thrusting it;
  4. For piercing steel, and darts envenomed,
  5. Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus
  6. As tidings of this sight.

Titinius

95 - 108
  1.                           Hie you, Messala,
  2. And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
  3. Exit Messala.
  4. Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
  5. Did I not meet thy friends? And did not they
  6. Put on my brows this wreath of victory,
  7. And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts?
  8. Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing.
  9. But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow;
  10. Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I
  11. Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace,
  12. And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.
  13. By your leave, gods!—this is a Roman’s part.
  14. Come, Cassius’ sword, and find Titinius’ heart.
  1. Dies.
  1. Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, young Cato, Strato,
  2. Volumnius, and Lucilius.

Brutus

112
  1. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?

Messala

113
  1. Lo yonder, and Titinius mourning it.

Brutus

114
  1. Titinius’ face is upward.

Cato

115
  1.                           He is slain.

Brutus

116 - 118
  1. O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet!
  2. Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords
  3. In our own proper entrails.
  1. Low alarums.

Cato

120 - 121
  1.                             Brave Titinius!
  2. Look whe’er he have not crown’d dead Cassius!

Brutus

122 - 134
  1. Are yet two Romans living such as these?
  2. The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
  3. It is impossible that ever Rome
  4. Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears
  5. To this dead man than you shall see me pay.
  6. I shall find time, Cassius; I shall find time.
  7. Come therefore, and to Thasos send his body;
  8. His funerals shall not be in our camp,
  9. Lest it discomfort us. Lucilius, come,
  10. And come, young Cato, let us to the field,
  11. Labio and Flavio set our battles on.
  12. ’Tis three a’ clock, and, Romans, yet ere night
  13. We shall try fortune in a second fight.
  1. Exeunt.
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