Page 2264 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

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 com’st unto a happy birth, [70]
But kill’st the mother that engendered 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 envenomèd,
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 everything.

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. [90]
He stabs himself and dies.