The Tragedy of Julius Caesar

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The Tragedy of Julius Caesar By William Shakespeare Act V SCENE I. The plains of Philippi. [Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army] OCTAVIUS 1 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. ANTONY 2 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] Messenger 3 Prepare you, generals: The enemy comes on in gallant show; Their bloody sign of battle is hung out, And something to be done immediately. PassageBank © PassageBank • Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only. ANTONY 4 Octavius, lead your battle softly on, Upon the left hand of the even field. OCTAVIUS 5 Upon the right hand I; keep thou the left. ANTONY 6 Why do you cross me in this exigent? OCTAVIUS 7 I do not cross you; but I will do so. [March] [Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and others] BRUTUS 8 They stand, and would have parley. CASSIUS 9 Stand fast, Titinius: we must out and talk. OCTAVIUS 10 Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle? ANTONY 11 No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge. Make forth; the generals would have some words. OCTAVIUS 12 Stir not until the signal. BRUTUS 13 Words before blows: is it so, countrymen? PassageBank © PassageBank • Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only. OCTAVIUS 14 Not that we love words better, as you do. BRUTUS 15 Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius. ANTONY 16 In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words: Witness the hole you made in Caesar’s heart, Crying ‘Long live! hail, Caesar!’ CASSIUS 17 Antony, The posture of your blows are yet unknown; But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, And leave them honeyless. ANTONY 18 Not stingless too. BRUTUS 19 O, yes, and soundless too; For you have stol’n their buzzing, Antony, And very wisely threat before you sting. ANTONY 20 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! PassageBank © PassageBank • Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only. CASSIUS 21 Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself: This tongue had not offended so to-day, If Cassius might have ruled. OCTAVIUS 22 Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us sweat, The proof of it will turn to redder drops. Look; 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. BRUTUS 23 Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors’ hands, Unless thou bring’st them with thee. OCTAVIUS 24 So I hope; I was not born to die on Brutus’ sword. BRUTUS 25 O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable. CASSIUS 26 A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour, Join’d with a masker and a reveller! ANTONY 27 Old Cassius still! PassageBank © PassageBank • Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only. OCTAVIUS 28 Come, Antony, away! Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth: If you dare fight to-day, come to the field; If not, when you have stomachs. [Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army] CASSIUS 29 Why, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. BRUTUS 30 Ho, Lucilius! hark, a word with you. LUCILIUS 31 [Standing forth] My lord? [BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart] CASSIUS 32 Messala! MESSALA 33 [Standing forth] What says my general? CASSIUS 34 Messala, 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 PassageBank © PassageBank • Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only. 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. MESSALA 35 Believe not so. CASSIUS 36 I but believe it partly; For I am fresh of spirit and resolved To meet all perils very constantly. BRUTUS 37 Even so, Lucilius. CASSIUS 38 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 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? PassageBank © PassageBank • Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only. BRUTUS 39 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. CASSIUS 40 Then, if we lose this battle, You are contented to be led in triumph Thorough the streets of Rome? BRUTUS 41 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. CASSIUS 42 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. PassageBank © PassageBank • Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only. BRUTUS 43 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! [Exeunt] SCENE II. The same. The field of battle. [Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA] BRUTUS 44 Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills Unto the legions on the other side. [Loud alarum] 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. [Exeunt] SCENE III. Another part of the field. [Alarums. Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS] CASSIUS 45 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. TITINIUS 46 O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early; Who, having some advantage on Octavius, PassageBank © PassageBank • Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only. Took it too eagerly: his soldiers fell to spoil, Whilst we by Antony are all enclosed. [Enter PINDARUS] PINDARUS 47 Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off. CASSIUS 48 This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius; Are those my tents where I perceive the fire? TITINIUS 49 They are, my lord. CASSIUS 50 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. TITINIUS 51 I will be here again, even with a thought. [Exit] CASSIUS 52 Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill; My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius, And tell me what thou notest about the field. [PINDARUS ascends the hill] This day I breathed first: time is come round, PassageBank © PassageBank • Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only. And where I did begin, there shall I end; My life is run his compass. Sirrah, what news? PINDARUS 53 [Above] O my lord! CASSIUS 54 What news? PINDARUS 55 [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. CASSIUS 56 Come down, behold no more. O, coward that I am, to live so long, To see my best friend ta’en before my face! [PINDARUS descends] 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. PassageBank © PassageBank • Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only. [PINDARUS stabs him] Caesar, thou art revenged, Even with the sword that kill’d thee. [Dies] PINDARUS 57 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. [Exit] [Re-enter TITINIUS with MESSALA] MESSALA 58 It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Is overthrown by noble Brutus’ power, As Cassius’ legions are by Antony. TITINIUS 59 These tidings will well comfort Cassius. MESSALA 60 Where did you leave him? TITINIUS 61 All disconsolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. MESSALA 62 Is not that he t hat lies upon the ground? TITINIUS 63 He lies not like the living. O my heart! PassageBank © PassageBank • Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only. MESSALA 64 Is not that he? TITINIUS 65 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. MESSALA 66 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! TITINIUS 67 What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus? MESSALA 68 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. PassageBank © PassageBank • Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only. TITINIUS 69 Hie you, Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus the while. [Exit MESSALA] 70 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. [Kills himself] [Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS] BRUTUS 71 Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? MESSALA 72 Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it. BRUTUS 73 Titinius’ face is upward. CATO 74 He is slain. PassageBank © PassageBank • Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only. BRUTUS 75 O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords In our own proper entrails. [Low alarums] CATO 76 Brave Titinius! Look, whether he have not crown’d dead Cassius! BRUTUS 77 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 Thasos 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. [Exeunt] SCENE IV. Another part of the field. [Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both armies; then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and others] BRUTUS 78 Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads! PassageBank © PassageBank • Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only. CATO 79 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! BRUTUS 80 And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country’s friend; know me for Brutus! [Exit] [CATO falls] LUCILIUS 81 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. First Soldier 82 Yield, or thou diest. LUCILIUS 83 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. First Soldier 84 We must not. A noble prisoner! Second Soldier 85 Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta’en. PassageBank © PassageBank • Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only. First Soldier 86 I’ll tell the news. Here comes the general. [Enter ANTONY] Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta’en, my lord. ANTONY 87 Where is he? LUCILIUS 88 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. ANTONY 89 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 every thing is chanced. [Exeunt] SCENE V. Another part of the field. [Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS] BRUTUS 90 Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. PassageBank © PassageBank • Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only. CLITUS 91 Statilius show’d the torch-light, but, my lord, He came not back: he is or ta’en or slain. BRUTUS 92 Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus. [Whispers] CLITUS 93 What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world. BRUTUS 94 Peace then! no words. CLITUS 95 I’ll rather kill myself. BRUTUS 96 Hark thee, Dardanius. [Whispers] DARDANIUS 97 Shall I do such a deed? CLITUS 98 O Dardanius! DARDANIUS 99 O Clitus! CLITUS 100 What ill request did Brutus make to thee? DARDANIUS 101 To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates. PassageBank © PassageBank • Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only. CLITUS 102 Now is that noble vessel full of grief, That it runs over even at his eyes. BRUTUS 103 Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. VOLUMNIUS 104 What says my lord? BRUTUS 105 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. VOLUMNIUS 106 Not so, my lord. BRUTUS 107 Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Our enemies have beat us to the pit: [Low alarums] 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 prithee, Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. VOLUMNIUS 108 That’s not an office for a friend, my lord. [Alarum still] PassageBank © PassageBank • Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only. CLITUS 109 Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. BRUTUS 110 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. [Alarum. Cry within, ‘Fly, fly, fly!’] CLITUS 111 Fly, my lord, fly. BRUTUS 112 Hence! I will follow. [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS] I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face, While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? STRATO 113 Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord. PassageBank © PassageBank • Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only. BRUTUS 114 Farewell, good Strato. [Runs on his sword] Caesar, now be still: I kill’d not thee with half so good a will. [Dies] [Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and the army] OCTAVIUS 115 What man is that? MESSALA 116 My master’s man. Strato, where is thy master? STRATO 117 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. LUCILIUS 118 So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus, That thou hast proved Lucilius’ saying true. OCTAVIUS 119 All that served Brutus, I will entertain them. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? STRATO 120 Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. OCTAVIUS 121 Do so, good Messala. PassageBank © PassageBank • Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only. MESSALA 122 How died my master, Strato? STRATO 123 I held the sword, and he did run on it. MESSALA 124 Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master. ANTONY 125 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!’ OCTAVIUS 126 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 honourably. So call the field to rest; and let’s away, To part the glories of this happy day. [Exeunt] PassageBank © PassageBank • Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only.

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