| ACT V SCENE I | The plains of Philippi. | |
| | Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army | |
| OCTAVIUS | 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; | 5 |
| | They mean to warn us at Philippi here, | |
| | Answering before we do demand of them. | |
| ANTONY | Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know | |
| | Wherefore they do it: they could be content | |
| | To visit other places; and come down | 10 |
| | With fearful bravery, thinking by this face | |
| | To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage; | |
| | But 'tis not so. | |
| | Enter a Messenger | |
| Messenger | Prepare you, generals: | |
| | The enemy comes on in gallant show; | 15 |
| | Their bloody sign of battle is hung out, | |
| | And something to be done immediately. | |
| ANTONY | Octavius, lead your battle softly on, | |
| | Upon the left hand of the even field. | |
| OCTAVIUS | Upon the right hand I; keep thou the left. | 20 |
| 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? | 25 |
| ANTONY | No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge. | |
| | Make forth; the generals would have some words. | |
| OCTAVIUS | Stir not until the signal. | |
| BRUTUS | Words before blows: is it so, countrymen? | |
| OCTAVIUS | Not that we love words better, as you do. | 30 |
| BRUTUS | Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius. | |
| ANTONY | In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words: | |
| | Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart, | |
| | Crying 'Long live! hail, Caesar!' | |
| CASSIUS | Antony, | 35 |
| | The posture of your blows are yet unknown; | |
| | But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, | |
| | And leave them honeyless. | |
| ANTONY | Not stingless too. | |
| BRUTUS | O, yes, and soundless too; | 40 |
| | For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony, | |
| | And very wisely threat before you sting. | |
| ANTONY | 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, | 45 |
| | And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet; | |
| | Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind | |
| | Struck Caesar on the neck. O you flatterers! | |
| CASSIUS | Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself: | |
| | This tongue had not offended so to-day, | 50 |
| | If Cassius might have ruled. | |
| OCTAVIUS | 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? | 55 |
| | Never, till Caesar's three and thirty wounds | |
| | Be well avenged; or till another Caesar | |
| | Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors. | |
| BRUTUS | Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands, | |
| | Unless thou bring'st them with thee. | 60 |
| OCTAVIUS | So I hope; | |
| | I was not born to die on Brutus' sword. | |
| BRUTUS | O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, | |
| | Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable. | |
| CASSIUS | A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour, | 65 |
| | Join'd with a masker and a reveller! | |
| ANTONY | Old Cassius still! | |
| OCTAVIUS | Come, Antony, away! | |
| | Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth: | |
| | If you dare fight to-day, come to the field; | 70 |
| | If not, when you have stomachs. | |
| | Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army | |
| CASSIUS | Why, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark! | |
| | The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. | |
| BRUTUS | Ho, Lucilius! hark, a word with you. | |
| LUCILIUS | Standing forth | |
| | BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart | |
| CASSIUS | Messala! | 75 |
| MESSALA | Standing forth | |
| CASSIUS | 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 | 80 |
| | 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 | 85 |
| | 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, | 90 |
| | 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 | Believe not so. | 95 |
| CASSIUS | I but believe it partly; | |
| | For I am fresh of spirit and resolved | |
| | To meet all perils very constantly. | |
| BRUTUS | Even so, Lucilius. | |
| CASSIUS | Now, most noble Brutus, | 100 |
| | 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 | 105 |
| | The very last time we shall speak together: | |
| | What are you then determined to do? | |
| BRUTUS | 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, | 110 |
| | 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. | 115 |
| CASSIUS | Then, if we lose this battle, | |
| | You are contented to be led in triumph | |
| | Thorough the streets of Rome? | |
| BRUTUS | No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman, | |
| | That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; | 120 |
| | 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! | 125 |
| | If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; | |
| | If not, why then, this parting was well made. | |
| CASSIUS | 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. | 130 |
| BRUTUS | 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 | |