Act V
Scene I
The plains of Philippi.
Enter Octavius, Antony, and their army. | |
Octavius |
Now, Antony, our hopes are answered:
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Antony |
Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
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Enter a Messenger. | |
Messenger |
Prepare you, generals:
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Antony |
Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
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Octavius | Upon the right hand I; keep thou the left. |
Antony | Why do you cross me in this exigent? |
Octavius | I do not cross you; but I will do so. March. |
Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their Army; Lucilius, Titinius, Messala, and others. | |
Brutus | They stand, and would have parley. |
Cassius | Stand fast, Titinius: we must out and talk. |
Octavius | Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle? |
Antony |
No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge.
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Octavius | Stir not until the signal. |
Brutus | Words before blows: is it so, countrymen? |
Octavius | Not that we love words better, as you do. |
Brutus | Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius. |
Antony |
In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words:
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Cassius |
Antony,
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Antony | Not stingless too. |
Brutus |
O, yes, and soundless too;
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Antony |
Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers
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Cassius |
Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself:
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Octavius |
Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us sweat,
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Brutus |
Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors’ hands,
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Octavius |
So I hope;
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Brutus |
O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
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Cassius |
A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour,
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Antony | Old Cassius still! |
Octavius |
Come, Antony, away!
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Cassius |
Why, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark!
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Brutus | Ho, Lucilius! hark, a word with you. |
Lucilius | Standing forth. My lord? Brutus and Lucilius converse apart. |
Cassius | Messala! |
Messala | Standing forth. What says my general? |
Cassius |
Messala,
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Messala | Believe not so. |
Cassius |
I but believe it partly;
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Brutus | Even so, Lucilius. |
Cassius |
Now, most noble Brutus,
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Brutus |
Even by the rule of that philosophy
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Cassius |
Then, if we lose this battle,
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Brutus |
No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman,
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Cassius |
Forever, and forever, farewell, Brutus!
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Brutus |
Why, then, lead on. O, that a man might know
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Scene II
The same. The field of battle.
Alarum. Enter Brutus and Messala. | |
Brutus |
Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills
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Scene III
Another part of the field.
Alarums. Enter Cassius and Titinius. | |
Cassius |
O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
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Titinius |
O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early;
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Enter Pindarus. | |
Pindarus |
Fly further off, my lord, fly further off;
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Cassius |
This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius;
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Titinius | They are, my lord. |
Cassius |
Titinius, if thou lovest me,
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Titinius | I will be here again, even with a thought. Exit. |
Cassius |
Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill;
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Pindarus | Above. O my lord! |
Cassius | What news? |
Pindarus |
Above. Titinius is enclosed round about
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Cassius |
Come down, behold no more.
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Pindarus descends. | |
Come hither, sirrah:
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Pindarus |
So, I am free; yet would not so have been,
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Re-enter Titinius with Messala. | |
Messala |
It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
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Titinius | These tidings will well comfort Cassius. |
Messala | Where did you leave him? |
Titinius |
All disconsolate,
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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,
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Messala |
Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
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Titinius | What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus? |
Messala |
Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet
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Titinius |
Hie you, Messala,
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Alarum. Re-enter Messala, with Brutus, young Cato, Strato, Volumnius, and Lucilius. | |
Brutus | Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? |
Messala | Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it. |
Brutus | Titinius’ face is upward. |
Cato | He is slain. |
Brutus |
O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet!
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Cato |
Brave Titinius!
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Brutus |
Are yet two Romans living such as these?
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Scene IV
Another part of the field.
Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both armies; then Brutus, young Cato, Lucilius, and others. | |
Brutus | Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads! |
Cato |
What bastard doth not? Who will go with me?
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Brutus |
And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;
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Lucilius |
O young and noble Cato, art thou down?
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First Soldier | Yield, or thou diest. |
Lucilius |
Only I yield to die:
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First Soldier | We must not. A noble prisoner! |
Second Soldier | Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta’en. |
First Soldier | I’ll tell the news. Here comes the general. |
Enter Antony. | |
Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta’en, my lord. | |
Antony | Where is he? |
Lucilius |
Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough:
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Antony |
This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,
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Scene V
Another part of the field.
Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and Volumnius. | |
Brutus | Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. |
Clitus |
Statilius show’d the torch-light, but, my lord,
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Brutus |
Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word;
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Clitus | What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world. |
Brutus | Peace then! no words. |
Clitus | I’ll rather kill myself. |
Brutus | Hark thee, Dardanius. Whispers. |
Dardanius | Shall I do such a deed? |
Clitus | O Dardanius! |
Dardanius | O Clitus! |
Clitus | What ill request did Brutus make to thee? |
Dardanius | To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates. |
Clitus |
Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
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Brutus | Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. |
Volumnius | What says my lord? |
Brutus |
Why, this, Volumnius:
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Volumnius | Not so, my lord. |
Brutus |
Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
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Volumnius | That’s not an office for a friend, my lord. Alarum still. |
Clitus | Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. |
Brutus |
Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius.
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Clitus | Fly, my lord, fly. |
Brutus |
Hence! I will follow. Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius.
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Strato | Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord. |
Brutus |
Farewell, good Strato. Runs on his sword. Caesar, now be still:
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Alarum. Retreat. Enter Octavius, Antony, Messala, Lucilius, and the army. | |
Octavius | What man is that? |
Messala | My master’s man. Strato, where is thy master? |
Strato |
Free from the bondage you are in, Messala:
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Lucilius |
So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus,
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Octavius |
All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.
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Strato | Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. |
Octavius | Do so, good Messala. |
Messala | How died my master, Strato? |
Strato | I held the sword, and he did run on it. |
Messala |
Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
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Antony |
This was the noblest Roman of them all:
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Octavius |
According to his virtue let us use him,
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