| ACT V SCENE III | Another part of the field. | |
| | Alarums. Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS | |
| CASSIUS | 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. | 5 |
| TITINIUS | O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early; | |
| | Who, having some advantage on Octavius, | |
| | Took it too eagerly: his soldiers fell to spoil, | |
| | Whilst we by Antony are all enclosed. | |
| | Enter PINDARUS | |
| PINDARUS | Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; | 10 |
| | Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord | |
| | Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off. | |
| CASSIUS | This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius; | |
| | Are those my tents where I perceive the fire? | |
| TITINIUS | They are, my lord. | 15 |
| CASSIUS | 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. | 20 |
| TITINIUS | I will be here again, even with a thought. | |
| | Exit | |
| CASSIUS | 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, | 25 |
| | And where I did begin, there shall I end; | |
| | My life is run his compass. Sirrah, what news? | |
| PINDARUS | Above | |
| CASSIUS | What news? | |
| PINDARUS | Above | |
| | With horsemen, that make to him on the spur; | |
| | Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him. | 30 |
| | Now, Titinius! Now some light. O, he lights too. | |
| | He's ta'en. | |
| | Shout | |
| | And, hark! they shout for joy. | |
| CASSIUS | Come down, behold no more. | |
| | O, coward that I am, to live so long, | 35 |
| | 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, | 40 |
| | 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, | 45 |
| | Guide thou the sword. | |
| | PINDARUS stabs him | |
| | Caesar, thou art revenged, | |
| | Even with the sword that kill'd thee. | |
| | Dies | |
| PINDARUS | So, I am free; yet would not so have been, | |
| | Durst I have done my will. O Cassius, | 50 |
| | Far from this country Pindarus shall run, | |
| | Where never Roman shall take note of him. | |
| | Exit | |
| | Re-enter TITINIUS with MESSALA | |
| MESSALA | It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius | |
| | Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power, | |
| | As Cassius' legions are by Antony. | 55 |
| TITINIUS | These tidings will well comfort Cassius. | |
| MESSALA | Where did you leave him? | |
| TITINIUS | All disconsolate, | |
| | With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. | |
| MESSALA | Is not that he that lies upon the ground? | 60 |
| TITINIUS | He lies not like the living. O my heart! | |
| MESSALA | Is not that he? | |
| TITINIUS | No, this was he, Messala, | |
| | But Cassius is no more. O setting sun, | |
| | As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night, | 65 |
| | 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 | Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. | 70 |
| | 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! | 75 |
| TITINIUS | What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus? | |
| MESSALA | 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 | 80 |
| | Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus | |
| | As tidings of this sight. | |
| TITINIUS | Hie you, Messala, | |
| | And I will seek for Pindarus the while. | |
| | Exit MESSALA | |
| | Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? | 85 |
| | 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; | 90 |
| | 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. | 95 |
| | Kills himself | |
| | Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, 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! | 100 |
| | Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords | |
| | In our own proper entrails. | |
| | Low alarums | |
| CATO | Brave Titinius! | |
| | Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius! | |
| BRUTUS | Are yet two Romans living such as these? | 105 |
| | 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. | 110 |
| | 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: | 115 |
| | 'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night | |
| | We shall try fortune in a second fight. | |
| | Exeunt | |