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*Another part of the battlefield. Alarums. Enter Cassius and Titinius.* CASSIUS. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! Myself have to mine own turned 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 enclosed.
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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 assured 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 not'st about the field. This day I breathed first; time is come round, And where I did begin, there shall I end. My life is run his compass.
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PINDARUS. *[Above.]* O my lord! CASSIUS. What news? PINDARUS. 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. *Shout.* And hark — they shout for joy. CASSIUS. 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.* 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 Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath. Now be a free man, 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 covered, as 'tis now, Guide thou the sword. *Pindarus stabs him.* Caesar, thou art revenged, Even with the sword that killed thee. *He dies.*
Original Text
*Enter Titinius and Messala.* MESSALA. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power, As Cassius' legions are by Antony. 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? 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 tonight, 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. TITINIUS. Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? 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 everything. 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. By your leave, gods. This is a Roman's part. Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. *He kills himself.*
