A 12–ounce milkshake has 225 calories. How many calories are in a 20–ounce milkshake?
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ACT IV SCENE I Setting: A house in Rome.
ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a table.
| ANTONY | These many, then, shall die; their names are prick'd. | |
| OCTAVIUS | Your brother too must die; consent you, Lepidus? | |
| LEPIDUS | I do consent–– | |
| OCTAVIUS | Prick him down, Antony. | |
| LEPIDUS | Upon condition Publius shall not live, | |
| Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony. | 5 | |
| ANTONY | He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him. | |
| But, Lepidus, go you to Caesar's house; | ||
| Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine | ||
| How to cut off some charge in legacies. | ||
| LEPIDUS | What, shall I find you here? | 10 |
| OCTAVIUS | Or here, or at the Capitol. | |
| Exit LEPIDUS. | ||
| ANTONY | This is a slight unmeritable man, | |
| Meet to be sent on errands: is it fit, | ||
| The three–fold world divided, he should stand | ||
| One of the three to share it? | ||
| OCTAVIUS | So you thought him; | |
| And took his voice who should be prick'd to die, | ||
| In our black sentence and proscription. | ||
| ANTONY | Octavius, I have seen more days than you: | |
| And though we lay these honours on this man, | ||
| To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, | 20 | |
| He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold, | ||
| To groan and sweat under the business, | ||
| Either led or driven, as we point the way; | ||
| And having brought our treasure where we will, | ||
| Then take we down his load, and turn him off, | 25 | |
| Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears, | ||
| And graze in commons. | ||
| OCTAVIUS | You may do your will; | |
| But he's a tried and valiant soldier. | ||
| ANTONY | So is my horse, Octavius; and for that | |
| I do appoint him store of provender: | 30 | |
| It is a creature that I teach to fight, | ||
| To wind, to stop, to run directly on, | ||
| His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit. | ||
| And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so; | ||
| He must be taught and train'd and bid go forth; | 35 | |
| A barren–spirited fellow; one that feeds | ||
| On abjects, orts and imitations, | ||
| Which, out of use and staled by other men, | ||
| Begin his fashion: do not talk of him, | ||
| But as a property. And now, Octavius, | 40 | |
| Listen great things:––Brutus and Cassius | ||
| Are levying powers: we must straight make head: | ||
| Therefore let our alliance be combined, | ||
| Our best friends made, our means stretch'd | ||
| And let us presently go sit in council, | 45 | |
| How covert matters may be best disclosed, | ||
| And open perils surest answered. | ||
| OCTAVIUS | Let us do so: for we are at the stake, | |
| And bay'd about with many enemies; | ||
| And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, | 50 | |
| Millions of mischiefs. | ||
| Exeunt |
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ACT IV SCENE II Setting: Camp near Sardis. Before BRUTUS's tent.
Drum. Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and Soldiers; TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them.
| BRUTUS | Stand, ho! | |
| LUCILIUS | Give the word, ho! and stand. | |
| BRUTUS | What now, Lucilius! is Cassius near? | |
| LUCILIUS | He is at hand; and Pindarus is come | |
| To do you salutation from his master. | 5 | |
| BRUTUS | He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus, | |
| In his own change, or by ill officers, | ||
| Hath given me some worthy cause to wish | ||
| Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand, | ||
| I shall be satisfied. | ||
| PINDARUS | I do not doubt | 10 |
| But that my noble master will appear | ||
| Such as he is, full of regard and honour. | ||
| BRUTUS | He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius; | |
| How he received you, let me be resolved. | ||
| LUCILIUS | With courtesy and with respect enough; | 15 |
| But not with such familiar instances, | ||
| Nor with such free and friendly conference, | ||
| As he hath used of old. | ||
| BRUTUS | Thou hast described | |
| A hot friend cooling: ever note, Lucilius, | ||
| When love begins to sicken and decay, | 20 | |
| It useth an enforced ceremony. | ||
| There are no tricks in plain and simple faith; | ||
| But hollow men, like horses hot at hand, | ||
| Make gallant show and promise of their mettle; | ||
| But when they should endure the bloody spur, | 25 | |
| They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades, | ||
| Sink in the trial. Comes his army on? | ||
| LUCILIUS | They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd; | |
| The greater part, the horse in general, | ||
| Are come with Cassius. | ||
| BRUTUS | Hark! he is arrived. | 30 |
| Low march within | ||
| March gently on to meet him. | ||
| Enter CASSIUS and his powers. | ||
| CASSIUS | Stand, ho! | |
| BRUTUS | Stand, ho! Speak the word along. | |
| First Soldier | Stand! | |
| Second Soldier | Stand! | 35 |
| Third Soldier | Stand! | |
| CASSIUS | Most noble brother, you have done me wrong. | |
| BRUTUS | Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies? | |
| And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother? | ||
| CASSIUS | Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs; | |
| And when you do them–– | ||
| BRUTUS | Cassius, be content. | 41 |
| Speak your griefs softly: I do know you well. | ||
| Before the eyes of both our armies here, | ||
| Which should perceive nothing but love from us, | ||
| Let us not wrangle: bid them move away; | ||
| Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs, | ||
| And I will give you audience. | ||
| CASSIUS | Pindarus, | |
| Bid our commanders lead their charges off | ||
| A little from this ground. | ||
| BRUTUS | Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man | 50 |
| Come to our tent till we have done our conference. | ||
| Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. | ||
| Exeunt |
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ACT IV SCENE III Setting: Brutus's tent.
Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS.
| CASSIUS | That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this: | |
| You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella | ||
| For taking bribes here of the Sardians; | ||
| Wherein my letters, praying on his side, | ||
| Because I knew the man, were slighted off. | 5 | |
| BRUTUS | You wronged yourself to write in such a case. | |
| CASSIUS | In such a time as this it is not meet | |
| That every nice offence should bear his comment. | ||
| BRUTUS | Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself | |
| Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm; | 10 | |
| To sell and mart your offices for gold | ||
| To undeservers. | ||
| CASSIUS | I an itching palm! | |
| You know that you are Brutus that speak this, | ||
| Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. | ||
| BRUTUS | The name of Cassius honours this corruption, | |
| And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. | 16 | |
| CASSIUS | Chastisement! | |
| BRUTUS | Remember March, the ides of March remember: | |
| Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? | ||
| What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, | 20 | |
| And not for justice? What, shall one of us | ||
| That struck the foremost man of all this world | ||
| But for supporting robbers, shall we now | ||
| Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, | ||
| And sell the mighty space of our large honours | 25 | |
| For so much trash as may be grasped thus? | ||
| I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, | ||
| Than such a Roman. | ||
| CASSIUS | Brutus, bay not me; | |
| I'll not endure it: you forget yourself, | ||
| To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I, | 30 | |
| Older in practise, abler than yourself | ||
| To make conditions. | ||
| BRUTUS | Go to; you are not, Cassius. | |
| CASSIUS | I am. | |
| BRUTUS | I say you are not. | |
| CASSIUS | Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; | 35 |
| Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further. | ||
| BRUTUS | Away, slight man! | |
| CASSIUS | Is't possible? | |
| BRUTUS | Hear me, for I will speak. | |
| Must I give way and room to your rash choler? | ||
| Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? | 40 | |
| CASSIUS | O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this? | |
| BRUTUS | All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break; | |
| Go show your slaves how choleric you are, | ||
| And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? | ||
| Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch | 45 | |
| Under your testy humour? By the gods | ||
| You shall digest the venom of your spleen, | ||
| Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, | ||
| I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, | ||
| When you are waspish. | ||
| CASSIUS | Is it come to this? | 50 |
| BRUTUS | You say you are a better soldier: | |
| Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, | ||
| And it shall please me well: for mine own part, | ||
| I shall be glad to learn of noble men. | ||
| CASSIUS | You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; | 55 |
| I said, an elder soldier, not a better: | ||
| Did I say 'better'? | ||
| BRUTUS | If you did, I care not. | |
| CASSIUS | When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me. | |
| BRUTUS | Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him. | |
| CASSIUS | I durst not! | 60 |
| BRUTUS | No. | |
| CASSIUS | What, durst not tempt him! | |
| BRUTUS | For your life you durst not! | |
| CASSIUS | Do not presume too much upon my love; | |
| I may do that I shall be sorry for. | 65 | |
| BRUTUS | You have done that you should be sorry for. | |
| There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, | ||
| For I am arm'd so strong in honesty | ||
| That they pass by me as the idle wind, | ||
| Which I respect not. I did send to you | ||
| For certain sums of gold, which you denied me: | 70 | |
| For I can raise no money by vile means: | ||
| By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, | ||
| And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring | ||
| From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash | ||
| By any indirection: I did send | 75 | |
| To you for gold to pay my legions, | ||
| Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius? | ||
| Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so? | ||
| When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, | ||
| To lock such rascal counters from his friends, | 80 | |
| Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts; | ||
| Dash him to pieces! | ||
| CASSIUS | I denied you not. | |
| BRUTUS | You did. | |
| CASSIUS | I did not: he was but a fool that brought | |
| My answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart: | 85 | |
| A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, | ||
| But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. | ||
| BRUTUS | I do not, till you practise them on me. | |
| CASSIUS | You love me not. | |
| BRUTUS | I do not like your faults. | |
| CASSIUS | A friendly eye could never see such faults. | 90 |
| BRUTUS | A flatterer's would not, though they do appear | |
| As huge as high Olympus. | ||
| CASSIUS | Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, | |
| Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, | ||
| For Cassius is aweary of the world; | 95 | |
| Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother; | ||
| Cheque'd like a bondman; all his faults observed, | ||
| Set in a note–book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote, | ||
| To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep | ||
| My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger, | 100 | |
| And here my naked breast; within, a heart | ||
| Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold: | ||
| If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth; | ||
| I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart: | ||
| Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for, I know, | 105 | |
| When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better | ||
| Than ever thou lovedst Cassius. | ||
| BRUTUS | Sheathe your dagger: | |
| Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; | ||
| Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. | ||
| O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb | 110 | |
| That carries anger as the flint bears fire; | ||
| Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, | ||
| And straight is cold again. | ||
| CASSIUS | Hath Cassius lived | |
| To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, | ||
| When grief, and blood ill–temper'd, vexeth him? | ||
| BRUTUS | When I spoke that, I was ill–temper'd too. | 115 |
| CASSIUS | Do you confess so much? Give me your hand. | |
| BRUTUS | And my heart too. | |
| CASSIUS | O Brutus! | |
| BRUTUS | What's the matter? | |
| CASSIUS | Have not you love enough to bear with me, | |
| When that rash humour which my mother gave me | ||
| Makes me forgetful? | ||
| BRUTUS | Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth, | 120 |
| When you are over–earnest with your Brutus, | ||
| He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so. | ||
| Poet | WithinLet me go in to see the generals; | |
| There is some grudge between 'em: 'tis not meet | ||
| They be alone. | ||
| LUCILIUS | WithinYou shall not come to them. | 125 |
| Poet | WithinNothing but death shall stay me. | |
| Enter Poet, followed by LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, and LUCIUS. | ||
| CASSIUS | How now! what's the matter? | |
| Poet | For shame, you generals! what do you mean? | |
| Love, and be friends, as two such men should be; | ||
| For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye. | 130 | |
| CASSIUS | Ha, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rhyme! | |
| BRUTUS | Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence! | |
| CASSIUS | Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion. | |
| BRUTUS | I'll know his humour, when he knows his time: | |
| What should the wars do with these jigging fools? | 135 | |
| Companion, hence! | ||
| CASSIUS | Away, away, be gone. | |
| Exit Poet | ||
| BRUTUS | Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders | |
| Prepare to lodge their companies to–night. | ||
| CASSIUS | And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you | |
| Immediately to us. | ||
| Exeunt LUCILIUS and TITINIUS. | ||
| BRUTUS | Lucius, a bowl of wine! | |
| Exit LUCIUS. | ||
| CASSIUS | I did not think you could have been so angry. | 141 |
| BRUTUS | O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs. | |
| CASSIUS | Of your philosophy you make no use, | |
| If you give place to accidental evils. | ||
| BRUTUS | No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead. | |
| CASSIUS | Ha! Portia! | |
| BRUTUS | She is dead. | |
| CASSIUS | How 'scaped I killing when I cross'd you so? | |
| O insupportable and touching loss! | ||
| Upon what sickness? | ||
| BRUTUS | Impatient of my absence, | 150 |
| And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony | ||
| Have made themselves so strong: for with her death | ||
| That tidings came;––with this she fell distract, | ||
| And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire. | ||
| CASSIUS | And died so? | |
| BRUTUS | Even so. | |
| CASSIUS | O ye immortal gods! | 155 |
| Re–enter LUCIUS, with wine and taper. | ||
| BRUTUS | Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine. | |
| In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius. [Drinks.] | ||
| CASSIUS | My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge. | |
| Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup; | ||
| I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love. [Drinks.] | 160 | |
| BRUTUS | Come in, Titinius! | |
| Exit LUCIUS. | ||
| Re–enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA | ||
| Welcome, good Messala. | ||
| Now sit we close about this taper here, | ||
| And call in question our necessities. | ||
| CASSIUS | Portia, art thou gone? | |
| BRUTUS | No more, I pray you. | |
| Messala, I have here received letters, | 165 | |
| That young Octavius and Mark Antony | ||
| Come down upon us with a mighty power, | ||
| Bending their expedition toward Philippi. | ||
| MESSALA | Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor. | |
| BRUTUS | With what addition? | 170 |
| MESSALA | That by proscription and bills of outlawry, | |
| Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus, | ||
| Have put to death an hundred senators. | ||
| BRUTUS | Therein our letters do not well agree; | |
| Mine speak of seventy senators that died | 175 | |
| By their proscriptions, Cicero being one. | ||
| CASSIUS | Cicero one! | |
| MESSALA | Cicero is dead, | |
| And by that order of proscription. | ||
| Had you your letters from your wife, my lord? | ||
| BRUTUS | No, Messala. | 180 |
| MESSALA | Nor nothing in your letters writ of her? | |
| BRUTUS | Nothing, Messala. | |
| MESSALA | That, methinks, is strange. | |
| BRUTUS | Why ask you? hear you aught of her in yours? | |
| MESSALA | No, my lord. | 184 |
| BRUTUS | Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. | |
| MESSALA | Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell: | |
| For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. | ||
| BRUTUS | Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala: | |
| With meditating that she must die once, | ||
| I have the patience to endure it now. | 190 | |
| MESSALA | Even so great men great losses should endure. | |
| CASSIUS | I have as much of this in art as you, | |
| But yet my nature could not bear it so. | ||
| BRUTUS | Well, to our work alive. What do you think | |
| Of marching to Philippi presently? | ||
| CASSIUS | I do not think it good. | |
| BRUTUS | Your reason? | |
| CASSIUS | This it is: | |
| Tis better that the enemy seek us: | ||
| So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, | ||
| Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still, | ||
| Are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness. | 200 | |
| BRUTUS | Good reasons must, of force, give place to better. | |
| The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground | ||
| Do stand but in a forced affection; | ||
| For they have grudged us contribution: | ||
| The enemy, marching along by them, | 205 | |
| By them shall make a fuller number up, | ||
| Come on refresh'd, new–added, and encouraged; | ||
| From which advantage shall we cut him off, | ||
| If at Philippi we do face him there, | ||
| These people at our back. | ||
| CASSIUS | Hear me, good brother. | 210 |
| BRUTUS | Under your pardon. You must note beside, | |
| That we have tried the utmost of our friends, | ||
| Our legions are brim–full, our cause is ripe: | ||
| The enemy increaseth every day; | ||
| We, at the height, are ready to decline. | 215 | |
| There is a tide in the affairs of men, | ||
| Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; | ||
| Omitted, all the voyage of their life | ||
| Is bound in shallows and in miseries. | ||
| On such a full sea are we now afloat; | 220 | |
| And we must take the current when it serves, | ||
| Or lose our ventures. | ||
| CASSIUS | Then, with your will, go on; | |
| We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi. | ||
| BRUTUS | The deep of night is crept upon our talk, | |
| And nature must obey necessity; | 225 | |
| Which we will niggard with a little rest. | ||
| There is no more to say? | ||
| CASSIUS | No more. Good night: | |
| Early to–morrow will we rise, and hence. | ||
| BRUTUS | Lucius! | |
| Enter LUCIUS. | ||
| My gown. | ||
| Exit LUCIUS | ||
| Farewell, good Messala: | ||
| Good night, Titinius. Noble, noble Cassius, | 230 | |
| Good night, and good repose. | ||
| CASSIUS | O my dear brother! | |
| This was an ill beginning of the night: | ||
| Never come such division 'tween our souls! | ||
| Let it not, Brutus. | ||
| BRUTUS | Every thing is well. | |
| CASSIUS | Good night, my lord. | |
| BRUTUS | Good night, good brother. | 235 |
| TITINIUSMESSALA | | Good night, Lord Brutus. | |
| BRUTUS | Farewell, every one. | |
| Exeunt all but BRUTUS. | ||
| Re–enter LUCIUS, with the gown. | ||
| Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument? | ||
| LUCIUS | Here in the tent. | |
| BRUTUS | What, thou speak'st drowsily? | |
| Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er–watch'd. | ||
| Call Claudius and some other of my men: | 240 | |
| I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent. | ||
| LUCIUS | Varro and Claudius! | |
| Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS. | ||
| VARRO | Calls my lord? | |
| BRUTUS | I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep; | |
| It may be I shall raise you by and by | 245 | |
| On business to my brother Cassius. | ||
| VARRO | So please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure. | |
| BRUTUS | I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs; | |
| It may be I shall otherwise bethink me. | ||
| Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so; | 250 | |
| I put it in the pocket of my gown. | ||
| VARRO and CLAUDIUS lie down. | ||
| LUCIUS | I was sure your lordship did not give it me. | |
| BRUTUS | Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful. | |
| Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, | ||
| And touch thy instrument a strain or two? | 255 | |
| LUCIUS | Ay, my lord, an't please you. | |
| BRUTUS | It does, my boy: | |
| I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. | ||
| LUCIUS | It is my duty, sir. | |
| BRUTUS | I should not urge thy duty past thy might; | |
| I know young bloods look for a time of rest. | 260 | |
| LUCIUS | I have slept, my lord, already. | |
| BRUTUS | It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again; | |
| I will not hold thee long: if I do live, | ||
| I will be good to thee. | ||
| Music, and a song. | ||
| This is a sleepy tune. O murderous slumber, | ||
| Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, | ||
| That plays thee music? Gentle knave, good night; | ||
| I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee: | ||
| If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument; | ||
| I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night. | 270 | |
| Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turn'd down | ||
| Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. | ||
| Enter the Ghost of CAESAR. | ||
| How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here? | ||
| I think it is the weakness of mine eyes | ||
| That shapes this monstrous apparition. | 275 | |
| It comes upon me. Art thou any thing? | ||
| Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, | ||
| That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare? | ||
| Speak to me what thou art. | ||
| GHOST | Thy evil spirit, Brutus. | |
| BRUTUS | Why comest thou? | 280 |
| GHOST | To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi. | |
| BRUTUS | Well; then I shall see thee again? | |
| GHOST | Ay, at Philippi. | |
| BRUTUS | Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then. | |
| Exit Ghost. | ||
| Now I have taken heart thou vanishest: | 285 | |
| Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee. | ||
| Boy, Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Claudius! | ||
| LUCIUS | The strings, my lord, are false. | |
| BRUTUS | He thinks he still is at his instrument. | 290 |
| Lucius, awake! | ||
| LUCIUS | My lord? | |
| BRUTUS | Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out? | |
| LUCIUS | My lord, I do not know that I did cry. | |
| BRUTUS | Yes, that thou didst: didst thou see any thing? | |
| LUCIUS | Nothing, my lord. | |
| BRUTUS | Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudius! | |
| To VARRO. | ||
| Fellow thou, awake! | ||
| VARRO | My lord? | |
| CLAUDIUS | My lord? | 300 |
| BRUTUS | Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep? | |
| VARROCLAUDIUS | Did we, my lord? | |
| BRUTUS | Ay: saw you any thing? | |
| VARRO | No, my lord, I saw nothing. | |
| CLAUDIUS | Nor I, my lord. | |
| BRUTUS | Go and commend me to my brother Cassius; | |
| Bid him set on his powers betimes before, | 305 | |
| And we will follow. | ||
| VARROCLAUDIUS | It shall be done, my lord. | |
| Exeunt |
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ACT V SCENE I Setting: The plains of Philippi.
Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army.
| OCTAVIUS | 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; | ||
| They mean to warn us at Philippi here, | 5 | |
| Answering before we do demand of them. | ||
| 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 | 10 | |
| To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage; | ||
| 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, | ||
| And something to be done immediately. | 15 | |
| 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? | 19 |
| OCTAVIUS | I do not cross you; but I will do so. | |
| March |
Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and others.
| BRUTUS | They stand, and would have parley. | |
| CASSIUS | Stand fast, Titinius: 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. | 25 | |
| OCTAVIUS | Stir not until the signal. | |
| 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, | ||
| 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. | ||
| ANTONY | Not stingless too. | 35 |
| 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 | |
| Hack'd one another in the sides of Caesar: | 40 | |
| 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! | ||
| CASSIUS | Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself: | 45 |
| 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; | ||
| 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. | 55 | |
| 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, | |
| Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable. | 60 | |
| CASSIUS | A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour, | |
| Join'd with a masker and a reveller! | ||
| ANTONY | Old Cassius still! | |
| OCTAVIUS | Come, Antony, away! | |
| Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth: | ||
| If you dare fight to–day, come to the field; | 65 | |
| If not, when you have stomachs. | ||
| Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army. | ||
| CASSIUS | Why, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark! | |
| The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. | ||
| BRUTUS | Ho, Lucilius! hark, a word with you. | |
| LUCILIUS | Standing forth.My lord? | 70 |
| BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart. | ||
| CASSIUS | Messala! | |
| MESSALA | ||
| 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, | ||
| As Pompey was, am I compell'd to set | 75 | |
| 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 | 80 | |
| 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, | 85 | |
| 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. | ||
| MESSALA | Believe not so. | |
| CASSIUS | I but believe it partly; | 90 |
| For I am fresh of spirit and resolved | ||
| To meet all perils very constantly. | ||
| BRUTUS | Even so, Lucilius. | |
| 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. | ||
| 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 | |
| BRUTUS | 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, | ||
| 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. | ||
| CASSIUS | Then, if we lose this battle, | |
| You are contented to be led in triumph | ||
| Thorough the streets of Rome? | 110 | |
| BRUTUS | No, 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: | ||
| 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! | 120 |
| 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, | 125 | |
| And then the end is known. Come, ho! away! | ||
| Exeunt |
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ACT V SCENE II Setting: 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. | 5 | |
| Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. | ||
| Exeunt |
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ACT V SCENE III Setting: Another part of the field.
Alarums. 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; | 5 |
| Who, having some advantage on Octavius, | ||
| Took it too eagerly: his soldiers fell to spoil, | ||
| Whilst we by Antony are all enclosed. | ||
| Enter PINDARUS. | ||
| PINDARUS | Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; | |
| Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord | 10 | |
| 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, | 15 |
| 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; | 20 |
| My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius, | ||
| And tell me what thou notest 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; | ||
| My life is run his compass. Sirrah, what news? | 25 | |
| PINDARUS | Above | |
| CASSIUS | What news? | |
| PINDARUS | Above | |
| With horsemen, that make to him on the spur; | ||
| Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him. | 30 | |
| 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! | 35 | |
| PINDARUS descends. | ||
| 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; | 40 | |
| Now be a freeman: 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 cover'd, as 'tis now, | ||
| Guide thou the sword. | ||
| PINDARUS stabs him. | ||
| Caesar, thou art revenged, | 45 | |
| Even with the sword that kill'd thee. | ||
| Dies | ||
| PINDARUS | So, I am free; yet would not so have been, | |
| Durst I have done my will. O Cassius, | ||
| Far from this country Pindarus shall run, | 49 | |
| Where never Roman shall take note of him. | ||
| Exit | ||
| Re–enter TITINIUS with 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, | 55 |
| 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, | 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! | ||
| Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. | 65 | |
| MESSALA | Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. | |
| O hateful error, melancholy's child, | ||
| Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men | ||
| The things that are not? O error, soon conceived, | ||
| Thou never comest unto a happy birth, | 70 | |
| But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee! | ||
| TITINIUS | What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus? | |
| MESSALA | Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet | |
| The noble Brutus, thrusting this report | ||
| Into his ears; I may say, thrusting it; | 75 | |
| For piercing steel and darts envenomed | ||
| Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus | ||
| As tidings of this sight. | ||
| TITINIUS | Hie you, Messala, | |
| And I will seek for Pindarus the while. | ||
| Exit MESSALA. | ||
| Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? | 80 | |
| 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 every thing! | ||
| But, hold thee, take this garland on thy brow; | 85 | |
| 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. | ||
| Kills himself. |
Alarum. Re–enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS.
| BRUTUS | Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? | |
| MESSALA | Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it. | |
| BRUTUS | Titinius' face is upward. | |
| CATO | He is slain. | |
| BRUTUS | O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet! | |
| Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords | 95 | |
| In our own proper entrails. | ||
| Low alarums. | ||
| CATO | Brave Titinius! | |
| Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius! | ||
| BRUTUS | Are yet two Romans living such as these? | |
| The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! | ||
| It is impossible that ever Rome | 100 | |
| 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: | ||
| His funerals shall not be in our camp, | 105 | |
| Lest it discomfort us. Lucilius, come; | ||
| And come, young Cato; let us to the field. | ||
| Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on: | ||
| Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night | 109 | |
| We shall try fortune in a second fight. | ||
| Exeunt |