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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.
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.)
Scene Two: The same. The field of battle.
Alarum. Enter Brutus and Messala.
Brutus:
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 Three: Another part of the field.
Alarum. 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.
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 enclos’d.
Enter Pindarus.
Pindarus:
Fly further off, my lord, fly further off;
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.
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 assur’d
Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.
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 goes up.)
This day I breathed first. Time is come round,
And where I did begin, there shall I end.
My life is run his compass. Sirrah, what news?
Pindarus:
(Above.) O my lord!
Cassius:
What news?
Pindarus:
(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!