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The Tragedy of Julius Caesar

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Act V, Scene 1

The plains of Philippi.


Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army

  • Octavius. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered: 2345
    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. 2350
  • 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
    With fearful bravery, thinking by this face
    To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage; 2355
    But 'tis not so.

Enter a Messenger

  • Messenger. Prepare you, generals:
    The enemy comes on in gallant show;
    Their bloody sign of battle is hung out, 2360
    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.
  • Antony. Why do you cross me in this exigent? 2365
  • Octavius. I do not cross you; but I will do so.
    [Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army;
    LUCILIUS, Tintinius, MESSALA, and others]
  • Brutus. They stand, and would have parley. 2370
  • Cassius. Stand fast, Tintinius: we must out and talk.
  • Octavius. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?
  • Antony. No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge.
    Make forth; the generals would have some words.
  • Octavius. Stir not until the signal. 2375
  • Brutus. Words before blows: is it so, countrymen?
  • Octavius. Not that we love words better, as you do.
  • 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, 2380
    Crying 'Long live! hail, Caesar!'
  • Cassius. Antony,
    The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
    But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
    And leave them honeyless. 2385
  • Brutus. O, yes, and soundless too;
    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 2390
    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! 2395
  • Cassius. Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself:
    This tongue had not offended so to-day,
    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; 2400
    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. 2405
  • Brutus. Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands,
    Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
  • Octavius. So I hope;
    I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
  • Brutus. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, 2410
    Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable.
  • Cassius. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour,
    Join'd with a masker and a reveller!
  • Octavius. Come, Antony, away! 2415
    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. Why, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark! 2420
    The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
  • Brutus. Ho, Lucilius! hark, a word with you.

BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart

  • Messala. [Standing forth.] What says my general?
  • 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, 2430
    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. 2435
    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; 2440
    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. 2445
  • Cassius. I but believe it partly;
    For I am fresh of spirit and resolved
    To meet all perils very constantly.
  • Brutus. Even so, Lucilius. 2450
  • Cassius. 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. 2455
    If we do lose this battle, then is this
    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 2460
    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 2465
    That govern us below.
  • 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, 2470
    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: 2475
    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. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus!
    If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed; 2480
    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! 2485