Julius Caesar (1919) Yale/Text/Act V
ACT FIFTH
Scene One
[The Plains of Philippi]
Enter Octavius, Antony, and their Army.
Oct. 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;4
They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
Answering before we do demand of them.
Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
Wherefore they do it: they could be content8
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.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Prepare you, generals:12
The enemy comes on in gallant show;
Their bloody sign of battle is hung out.
And something to be done immediately.
Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on,16
Upon the left hand of the even field.
Oct. Upon the right hand I; keep thou the left.
Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent?
Oct. I do not cross you; but I will do so.20
March.
Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their Army.
Bru. They stand, and would have parley.
Cas. Stand fast, Titinius: we must out and talk.
Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?
Ant. No, Cæsar, we will answer on their charge.24
Make forth; the generals would have some words.
Oct. [To his troops.] Stir not until the signal.
Bru. Words before blows: is it so, countrymen?
Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do.28
Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.
Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words:
Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart,
Crying, 'Long live! Hail, Cæsar!'
Cas. Antony,32
The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.
Ant. Not stingless too!
Bru. O yes, and soundless too;36
For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
And very wisely threat before you sting.
Ant. Villains! you did not so when your vile daggers
Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar:40
You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds,
And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet;
Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind
Struck Cæsar on the neck. O you flatterers!44
Cas. Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself:
This tongue had not offended so to-day.
If Cassius might have rul'd.
Oct. Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us sweat,48
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?62
Never, till Cæsar's three-and-thirty wounds
Be well aveng'd; or till another Cæsar
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
Bru. Cæsar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands,56
Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
Oct. So I hope;
I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable.60
Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour,
Join'd with a masquer and a reveller.
Ant. Old Cassius still!
Oct. Come, Antony; away!
Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth.64
If you dare fight to-day, come to the field;
If not, when you have stomachs.
Exeunt Octavius, Antony, and Army.
Cas. Why now, blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark!
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.68
Bru. Ho, Lucilius: hark, a word with you.
Lucil. [Standing forth.] My lord?
[Brutus and Lucilius talk apart.]
Cas. Messala.
Mes. [Standing forth.] What says my general?
Cas. Messala,
This is my birth-day; as this very day72
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.76
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 ensign80
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,84
And in their stead 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 which88
Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.
Mes. Believe not so.
Cas. I but believe it partly,
For I am fresh of spirit and resolv'd
To meet all perils very constantly.92
Bru. Even so, Lucilius.
Cas. 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,96
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?100
Bru. 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,
But I do find it cowardly and vile,104
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.
Cas. Then, if we lose this battle,108
You are contented to be led in triumph
Thorough the streets of Rome?
Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman,
That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;112
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:116
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.
Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus.
If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;121
If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.
Bru. Why, then, lead on. O, that a man might know
The end of this day's business, ere it come!124
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.
Bru. 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 demeanour in Octavius' wing,4
And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down.
Exeunt.
Scene Three
[Another part of the Field]
Alarums. Enter Cassius and Titinius.
Cas. 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.4
Tit. 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.8
Enter Pindarus.
Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off;
Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord:
Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.
Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius;12
Are those my tents where I perceive the fire?
Tit. They are, my lord.
Cas. 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'd17
Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.
Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought.
Exit.
Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill;
My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius,21
And tell me what thou not'st about the field.
[Pindarus ascends the hill.]
This day I breathed first; time is come round,
And where I did begin, there shall I end;24
My life is run his compass. Sirrah, what news?
Pin. [Above.] O my lord!
Cas. What news?
Pin. [Above.] Titinius is enclosed round about28
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.Shout.
And hark, they shout for joy.32
Cas. Come down; behold no more.
O, coward that I am, to live so long,
To see my best friend ta'en before my face!
Enter Pindarus [below].
Come hither, sirrah:36
In Parthia did I take thee prisoner;
And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
That whatsoever I did bid thee do,
Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath;40
Now be a freeman; and with this good sword,
That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this bosom.
Stand not to answer; here, take thou the hilts;
And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,44
Guide thou the sword.—Cæsar, thou art reveng'd,
Even with the sword that kill'd thee.[Dies.]
Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been,
Durst I have done my will. O Cassius,48
Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
Where never Roman shall take note of him.Exit.
Enter Titinius and Messala.
Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,52
As Cassius' legions are by Antony.
Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
Mes. Where did you leave him?
Tit. All disconsolate.
With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.56
Mes. Is not that he that lies upon the ground?
Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart!
Mes. Is not that he?
Tit. No, this was he, Messala.
But Cassius is no more. O setting sun,60
As in thy red rays thou dost sink to night,
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.64
Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.
Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
O hateful error, melancholy's child,
Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men68
The things that are not? O error, soon conceiv'd,
Thou never com'st unto a happy birth,
But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee.
Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus?72
Mes. 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 envenomed76
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus
As tidings of this sight.
Tit. Hie you, Messala,
And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
[Exit Messala.]
Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
Did I not meet thy friends, and did not they81
Put on my brows this wreath of victory.
And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts?
Alas, thou hast misconstru'd everything.84
But, hold thee, take this garland on thy brow;
Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I
Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace.
And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.88
By your leave, gods: this is a Roman's part:
Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.
Dies.
Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, Young Cato, Strata, Volumnius, and Lucilius.
Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?91
Mes. Lo, yonder: and Titinius mourning it.
Bru. Titinius' face is upward.
Cato. He is slain.
Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet!
Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords
In our own proper entrails.Low alarums.
Cato. Brave Titinius!96
Look whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius!
Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these?
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
It is impossible that ever Rome100
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.—
Come therefore, and to Thasos send his body:104
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:108
'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night
We shall try fortune in a second fight.Exeunt.
Scene Four
[Another part of the Field]
Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, Cato, Lucilius, and Flavius.
Bru. Yet, countrymen, O yet hold up your heads!
Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me?
I will proclaim my name about the field:
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!4
A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
Enter Soldiers, and fight.
[Bru.] And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;
Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus!
[Exit Brutus, fighting. Cato is slain.]
Lucil. O young and noble Cato, art thou down?9
Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius,
And may'st be honour'd being Cato's son.
First Sold. Yield, or thou diest.
Lucil. Only I yield to die:12
There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight:
Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.
First Sold. We must not. A noble prisoner!
Sec. Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en.16
First Sold. I'll tell the news: here comes the general.
Enter Antony.
Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.
Ant. Where is he?
Lucil. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough:20
I dare assure thee that no enemy
Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:
The gods defend him from so great a shame!
When you do find him, or alive or dead,24
He will be found like Brutus, like himself.
Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,
A prize no less in worth. Keep this man safe,
Give him all kindness: I had rather have28
Such men my friends than enemies. Go on,
And see whether Brutus be alive or dead;
And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent,
How everything is chanc'd.Exeunt.
Scene Five
[Another part of the Field]
Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and Volumnius.
Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.
Cli. Statilius show'd the torch-light; but, my lord,
He came not back: he is or ta'en or slain.
Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word;4
It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
[Whispers.]
Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.
Bru. Peace, then: no words.
Cli. I'll rather kill myself.
Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius.[Whispers.]
Dar. Shall I do such a deed?8
Cli. O, Dardanius!
Dar. O, Clitus!
Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee?
Dar. To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.
Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief,13
That it runs over even at his eyes.
Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius: list a word.
Vol. What says my lord?
Bru. Why this, Volumnius:16
The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me
Two several times by night; at Sardis once,
And this last night here in Philippi fields.
I know my hour is come.
Vol. Not so, my lord.20
Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes;
Our enemies have beat us to the pit:Low alarums.
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,24
Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,
Thou know'st that we two went to school together:
Even for that our love of old, I prithee,
Hold thou my sword-hilts whilst I run on it.28
Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord.
Alarum still.
Cli. Fly, fly, my lord: there is no tarrying here!
Bru. Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius.
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;32
Farewell to thee too, Strato. Countrymen,
My heart doth joy that yet, in all my life,
I found no man but he was true to me.
I shall have glory by this losing day36
More than Octavius and Mark Antony
By this vile conquest shall attain unto.
So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue
Hath almost ended his life's history:40
Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,
That have but labour'd to attain this hour.
Alarum. Cry within, 'Fly, fly, fly!'
Cli. Fly, my lord, fly!
Bru. Hence: I will follow.
[Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius.]
I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord:44
Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it:
Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?48
Stra. Give me your hand first: fare you well, my lord.
Bru. Farewell, good Strato.—Cæsar, now be still;
I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.Dies.
Alarum. Retreat. Enter Antony, Octavius, Messala, Lucilius, and the Army.
Oct. What man is that?52
Mes. My master's man. Strato, where is thy master?
Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala;
The conquerors can but make a fire of him;
For Brutus only overcame himself,56
And no man else hath honour by his death.
Lucil. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus,
That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.
Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain them.60
Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.
Oct. Do so, good Messala.
Mes. How died my master, Strato?64
Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it.
Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee
That did the latest service to my master.
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all;68
All the conspirators save only he
Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar;
He only, in a general honest thought
And common good to all, made one of them.72
His life was gentle, and the elements
So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all world, 'This was a man!'
Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,76
With all respect and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.
So, call the field to rest; and let's away80
To part the glories of this happy day.
Exeunt omnes.
FINIS.
Footnotes to Act V
Scene One
1 answered: fulfilled
4 battles: battalions
5 warn: summon, challenge
7 bosoms: secrets
10 fearful bravery: cowardly bravado
face: pretense
14 bloody . . . battle: signal for immediate combat
17 even: equally divided
19 exigent: emergency
20 but . . . so: but I shall do as I said
21 parley: conference
24 answer . . . charge: fight when they attack
25 Make forth: step forward
30 In . . . strokes: while delivering foul blows
33 posture: nature (?)
33 are: a plural by attraction
34 Hybla: town in Sicily, famous for its honey
41 show'd . . . apes: simulated smiles of affection, like favorite pets
44 flatterers: treacherous hypocrites
48 the cause: let's get down to business
53 three-and-thirty; cf. n.
59 strain: race
61 peevish: silly
such honour: i.e., that of dying on Brutus' sword
63 Old . . . still: you are still the same old Cassius
66 stomachs: courage
72 as: a colloquial expletive
75 As Pompey: at the battle of Pharsalia, 48 B. C.
77 held . . . strong: believed Epicurus right in disregarding omens
80 former ensign: banner at the front of our column
83 consorted: accompanied
87 As: as if
sickly prey: so sick as soon to be their prey
88 fatal: fateful, doom-foreboding
94 The gods: may the gods
97 reason with: consider
102 Cato: of Utica; committed suicide, 46 B. C.
107 stay: await, submit to
111-115 Cf. n.
Scene Two
1 bills: written orders
2 side: wing, commanded by Cassius
4 cold demeanour: faint-heartedness
Scene Three
2 mine own: my own troops
4 coward: i.e., the standard-bearer
19 even with: quick as
21 thick: dull, imperfect
25 is . . . compass: has completed its cycle
31 light: alight, dismount
37 Parthia: in Crassus' disastrous campaign, in 53 B. C.
38 swore thee: made thee swear
saving of: in return for my sparing
41 freeman: Cassius' death will free him from slavery
42 search: probe
50 take note of: see
51 change: exchange
64 our . . . done: all is over
65 Mistrust . . . success: misgivings about the outcome of my errand
67 melancholy's child: result of despondency
68 apt: impressionable
85 hold thee: wait a moment
87 apace: quickly
89 By . . . gods: a proud apology for taking his fate into his own hands
96 proper: individual
101 fellow: equal
104 Thasos: isle near Thrace
106 discomfort: dishearten
109, 110 three o'clock . . . second fight; cf. n.
Scene Four
2 What . . . not: Who is so base-born as not to do so?
7 [Bru.]; cf. n.
12 Only . . . die: I yield only in order that I may die
13, 14 Cf. n.
Scene Five
1 poor remains of: few surviving
2, 3 Cf. n.
13 noble vessel; cf. 2 Tim. 2. 21
23 pit: brink of destruction
39 at once: once for all; or, all of you
39, 40 Brutus' . . . history: Brutus' life will end with this very speech, almost
42 Cf. Psalm 90. 10
46 smatch: smack, flavor
56 only: alone
60 entertain: employ
61 bestow . . . with: devote thy time to
62 prefer: recommend, transfer
71, 72 Cf. n.
73 gentle: that of a true gentleman
elements: as microcosm, man was believed to be composed of earth, air, fire, and water, mingled in due proportions
76 use: treat
79 Most like: as best befits
order'd: arrayed
80 field: troops in the field
81 part: share