Page 2265 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, young Cato, Strato, Volumnius, 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 whe’er he have not crowned 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