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Act V, Scene 1
1The plains of Philippi.
2Enter Octavius, Antony, and their army.
3OctaviusNow, 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.
4AntonyTut, 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.
5Enter a Messenger.
6MessengerPrepare you, generals:
The enemy comes on in gallant show;
Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,
And something to be done immediately.
7AntonyOctavius, lead your battle softly on,
Upon the left hand of the even field.
8OctaviusUpon the right hand I; keep thou the left.
9AntonyWhy do you cross me in this exigent?
10OctaviusI do not cross you; but I will do so. March.
11Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their Army; Lucilius, Titinius, Messala, and others.
12BrutusThey stand, and would have parley.
13CassiusStand fast, Titinius: we must out and talk.
14OctaviusMark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?
15AntonyNo, Caesar, we will answer on their charge.
Make forth; the generals would have some words.
16OctaviusStir not until the signal.
17BrutusWords before blows: is it so, countrymen?
18OctaviusNot that we love words better, as you do.
19BrutusGood words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.
20AntonyIn your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words:
Witness the hole you made in Caesar’s heart,
Crying “Long live! hail, Caesar!”
21CassiusAntony,
The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.
22AntonyNot stingless too.
23BrutusO, yes, and soundless too;
For you have stol’n their buzzing, Antony,
And very wisely threat before you sting.
24AntonyVillains, 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!
25CassiusFlatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself:
This tongue had not offended so to-day,
If Cassius might have ruled.
26OctaviusCome, 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.
27BrutusCaesar, thou canst not die by traitors’ hands,
Unless thou bring’st them with thee.
28OctaviusSo I hope;
I was not born to die on Brutus’ sword.
29BrutusO, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable.
30CassiusA peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour,
Join’d with a masker and a reveller!
31AntonyOld Cassius still!
32OctaviusCome, 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.
33CassiusWhy, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark!
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
34BrutusHo, Lucilius! hark, a word with you.
35LuciliusStanding forth. My lord? Brutus and Lucilius converse apart.
36CassiusMessala!
37MessalaStanding forth. What says my general?
38CassiusMessala,
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
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.
39MessalaBelieve not so.
40CassiusI but believe it partly;
For I am fresh of spirit and resolved
To meet all perils very constantly.
41BrutusEven so, Lucilius.
42CassiusNow, 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?
43BrutusEven 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.
44CassiusThen, if we lose this battle,
You are contented to be led in triumph
Thorough the streets of Rome?
45BrutusNo, 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:
Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius!
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
If not, why then, this parting was well made.
46CassiusForever, and forever, farewell, Brutus!
If we do meet again, we’ll smile indeed;
If not, ’tis true this parting was well made.
47BrutusWhy, 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.