Tit. All difconfolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. Mef. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground? Tit. No, this was he, Meffala; But Caffius is no more! Oh, fetting fun! Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done; Miftruft of my fuccefs hath done this deed. Mef. Miftruft of good fuccefs hath done this deed. Oh hateful error, melancholy's child! Why dost thou fhew to the apt thoughts of men But kill'ft the mother that engender'd thee. Tit. What, Pindarus? where art thou, Pindarus? Mef. Seek him, Titinius; whilft I go to meet The noble Brutus, thrusting this report Into his ears; I may fay, thrufting it; For piercing fteel, and darts invenomed, Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus, As tydings of this fight. Tit. Hie, you Meffala, [Exit Mef. And I will feek for Pindarus the while. Did I not meet thy friends, and did not they And bid me give it thee? didst thou not hear their fhouts But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow. Thy Brutus bid me give it thee; and Ï Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace; By your leave, Gods-This is a Roman's part. [Stabs himself. Come, Cafius' fword, and find Titinius' heart. [Dies. Alarm. Enter Brutus, Meffala, young Cato, Strato, Bru. Where, where, Meffala, doth his body lie? Cato. He is flain. Bru. Oh Julius Cæfar, thou art mighty yet! Thy fpirit walks abroad, and turns our fwords In our own proper entrails. Cato. Brave Titinius! [Low alarms. Look, if he have not crown'd dead Caffius !- Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears Left it discomfort us. Lucilius, come; [Exeunt. Alarm. Enter Brutus, Meffala, Cato, Lucilius, and Flavius. Bru. Yet, countrymen, oh yet, hold up your heads. Cato. What baftard doth not? who will go with me? Tharfos (18) and to Tharfus fend bis Body,] Thus all the Editions hitherto, very ignorantly. But the whole Tenor of Hiftory warrants us to write, as I have reftored the Text, Thaffos. was a Town of Cilicia, in Afia Minor: and is it probable, Brutus could think of fending Caffius's Body thither out of Thrace, where they were now incamp'd? Thaffos, on the contrary, was a little Isle Tying clofe upon Thrace, and at but a fmall Distance from Philippi, to which the Body might very commodiously be tranfported. Vid. Plutarch, Appian, Dion Caffius, &c. I will proclaim my name about the field. A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend. Enter Soldiers and fight. Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus. [Exit. Luc. Oh young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou dy't as bravely as Titinius ; And, may't be honour'd, being Cato's fon. Luc. Only I yield to die; There is fo much, that thou wilt kill me ftrait; Enter Antony. 2 Sold. Room, ho! tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news, here comes the General: Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my Lord. Ant. Where is he? Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is fafe enough. Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus : Ant. This is not Brutus, friend, but, I affure you, Go on, A prize no lefs in worth; keep this man fafe, [Exeunt. SCENE changes to another part of the Field. Bru. Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and Volumnius. Ome, poor remains of friends, reft on this rock. Cli.Statilius fhew'd the torch-light, but, my Lord, He came not back, he is or ta'en, or flain. Bru. Sit thee down, Chitus; flaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus [Whispering. Cl. 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! Dar. I do fuch a deed? Cli. Oh, Dardanius! Dar. Oh, Clitus! Cl. What ill requeft did Brutus make to thee? Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; lift a word. Bru. Why, this, Volumnius; The ghost of Cefar hath appear'd to me Vol. Not fo, my Lord. Bru. Nay, I am fure it is, Volumnius. Thou feeft the world, Volumnius, how it goes; It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, Than tarry, 'till they push us. [Alarm. Good Volumnius, Thou know'ft, that we two went to school together; Even for that, our love of old, I pr'ythee," Hold thou my fword's hilt, while I run on it, Vol. That's not an office for a Friend, my Lord. you, Volumnius. [Alarm ftill. Cli. Fly, fly, my Lord; there is no tarrying here. Bru. Farewel to you, and you, and Strato, thou haft been all this while asleep; (19) Farewel 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 lofing day, More than Octavius, and Mark Antony, By this vile Conqueft fhall attain unto. So, fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue Hath almost ended his life's history. Night hangs upon mine eyes, my bones would reft, That have but labour'd to attain this hour. [Alarm. Cry within, Fly, fly, fly. Cli. Fly, my Lord, fly. Bru. Hence; I will follow thee. I pr'ythee, Strato, ftay thou by thy Lord; Thy life hath had fome fmatch of honour in't. Wilt thou, Strato? Stra. Give me your hand first my Lord. fare you well, Bru. Farewel, good Strato;Cafar, now be ftill; I kill'd not thee with half fo good a will. [He runs on his fword, and dies. Alarm. Retreat. Enter Antony, Octavius, Meffala, Lucilius, and the Army. Oda. What man is that? Mef. My mafter's man. Strato, where is thy mafter? Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Meffala; The Conqu❜rors can but make a fire of him: (19) Farewel to thee, to Strato, Countrymen ;] Thus has this Paffage all along been abfurdly pointed, to the Praife of our intelligent Editors. I had corrected it long ago; but am, notwithstanding, to make my Acknowledgment to an annonymous Gentleman, who, unknowingly concurr'd with me; and advis'd the Correction of the Pointing; as it is now reformed, by Letter. D 5 For |